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in my pocket
See what they told Malcolm X to do with his hands?
That shit was out of pocket
Picked up shotguns that came in handy, wasn't no plan B

And sorrows. Being from a big city, kingdom of deep mysteries, thank you Jesus for being there
For me and all my difficulties. Mighty for helping financially, I

light brown with pride

Take a seat, focus on my side
Together in a precipice within time

A tad bit mad with the ropes
Now this is my kingdom
Lets ring

seamlessly mumble
To this beat made by my cousin but we're keeping it humble

Watching as you stumble, fumbling around in the darkness
You're acting

by me, I cannot stand alone
In Jesus' Name I pray

Father open up my eyes to
Your wonders all around
Father let me see the good
& beauty of this day

of Your blessings You bestow on me
In all you keep me going day by day
Jesus I love you in every way

*Bridge
You are my cnchor, You hold my hand
You are my

God's love is on fleek
And I'm blown away because His love is unique
Man, Jesus died on the cross for my sins
And He got nails nailed into His hands

crowned

I hold nothing back from audience
With clear mind my spiritual sense
I give atheists to repent to say pence
If you need a beat cross over the fence

and determined, that's the way that I stand
When I bolster all of these my rhymes with the brawn in the hand
Still driven by all my dreams in my blood like venom
So

bringing death to my demons
So I'm starting with my pride
Cause I'm trying to be a blessing
That even curses can't deny
Will there be flames or angels in my

from blessing your name
Just
Just because you are my God
Look, I'm certainly not the most
Holy or educated Christian in here by far
But I got the sense

a toll
You apart of the body so go play your role

I know sometimes the world can get cold
But you got Jesus hand you can hold
Stay strong and never fold

(Ancestors on the wall, let the ghosts chit-chat)
Hold my hands, we gon' pray together
Lay down, face down in the gravel
We wearin' all attire white

And your grace
Who would rid me of the pride deep in my heart
And release me from the comparison bars
Make me thirst no more and satisfied within only
Jesus

Pride is on the other side
My focus seems to slip
Won't you show me
Burning out I've tried to hide
I only lose my grip
Won't you hold me

Ooh Lord,

hands on the plough so there's no turning around
giving my life to Jesus as you said he's your son,
so what next now, is there more or is that all

when

[Verse 1]
When our homes are hit by heartbreak
Let Your presence meet us there
When the pain seems overwhelming
We hold onto You

[Verse 2]
When

by Divine minds
But we rely on inside fights
May we retry with insight, I
Will not incline to remind why
I started penning my thoughts I wanted pending

Mad expository expedition in your auditory
Categories don't apply
Your mind's eye is blinded by my battle raps
Like cataracts, your habitat is Halifax

my hands in my pocket
Black man he was born unlucky
Seems like we don't get justice
But thank God my Lord is coming, Jesus
I got a thing for feeling

you find pride
Of a nation that survives

Leaving something, something
Something for the new generation

I put my hand out and ask if you want it

Erase mistakes that's in my past, the days when i laughed
Without subconscious worry behind the face of a mask
Haunted by the words, that i've

have failed

My Jesus, my Jesus hold to my hand
For no longer, alone can I stand
I'll confess that I trusted in
Myself much too long
My Jesus won't you

we're bright but we're bright

Reach out, hold on my hand and we'll
Paraglide to the moon
We've gone far too high to give up
We're on the highest cloud