Lyrics:
Jesus, I'm trusting in You
So while I'm sleeping
Keep me dreaming
Of when I will awake
In the likeness of You
Recreated, renewed
Resurrected by Your
the way to write a song
It's when you get to microphones the music can go wrong
You can't see the audience with spotlights in your eyes
Your feet
much thinking
MC's are blinking the third eye
When I pass by
Mackalicious got the sweet potato
Fried for you motherfucker
I touch the microphone i do
And I bet they wonder wen i'm gon stop
Get the city buzzing, never gon stop
And I keep it coming, never gon stop
And I keep it coming, never gon stop
Why do I confuse myself by worrying?
If I leave it up to You, there's peace in everything
So I close the eyes of my soul, I turn away
From
Never make a pretty woman your wife
Never make a pretty woman your wife, why?
You can't trust that funny look in her eye
Never make a pretty
don't call you until
I need your help
I keep on trying to do it
All by myself
Giving it all that I got
Until it's nothing left
And I found myself
On my
affliction though they may hurt me
I do preach wrath but I speak on mercy
And grace by faith, you can call me churchy
Run, this is your race, boy. Run, don't
Uh, close your eyes
So watch 'em do the Macarena, somewhere out by Pasadena
Love a drug that everybody here just tryna get a taste of
You
on water?
(This what I tell 'em) Man you
Better keep your eyes on Him
And you should never treat another
Like he under you
And you should always help your
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
on our own-oh-oh-oh
We need You everywhere we go-oh-oh-oh
To be seen through Your eyes
To have You here on our side
By Your presence, You have healed
conniving women and keep your eye out
Always be aware of what's around you
They wanna down you, and fuckin' clown you
Keep your shit in order the money
THOUGH
Don't be grouped in with satan, the lake of fire waiting
Jesus show us the truth, with eyes dilated
Help us turn to see you, hope it's not too late
You gotta sit back and count your blessings
You gotta name them one by one
Baby, you can't take the credit
For anything that God has done
I don't
preaching to the land
No matter all the defense
Keep reaching for the Man
For the Son of Man oohhh
If I'm too busy looking at them
My eyes are not on Jesus
You're the truth, You're the life
Jesus, You are the standard
For You judge every sin
Yet give mercy for shame
So I turn, set my eyes
On the grace
Put your body in a ditch
Or dig a grave for that shit
Don't you ask who like it
Crunchy Blac did it bitch
Keep on talkin' all that noise
And I'ma
ask me, they ask me, they ask me, I tell them
(Here's to Roc-A-Fella)
Raise your glasses, your glasses, your glasses to the sky and
(Here's
waiting
For orders to die
They struggle to stay afloat while their
Saviour keeps walking on by
On top of the water kicking
Salt in their eyes
It's all in
Guard
Come on, God, the shit ain't hard
Think! Throw on your gear and
Cover up your face
And keep your eyes open for the Jakes
The snakes and the snitches
You sound the same it's on repeat
Sware you can not copy me,
Get your eyes up off my sheet,
Get your girl up off my meat,
Hold up, time out
fucking soul's lost in my eyes
But I don't really wanna drown no, 'cuz I'm not that trusting
But I'ma keep coming 'round though, till I'm sure that I
that the Devil is testing me
Trust that your eyes see the best in me
Man I'm just feeling so heavenly
Gotta keep doing it proper
No weapon formed shall
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