Lyrics:
thanks to the CEO Rudy Guliani and the Santini Brothers, and a new tenant is arriving as we speak, and maybe find a homeless shelter, cos for thats what
Grace I couldn't earn it
I'm giving Him Thanks because His Grace I don't deserve it
My God is God of miracles can't keep him boxed in
Jesus is the lover
that mansion
Jump out these chains like I jumped out of a ransom
I think these niggas really pie, really, for real
Them crackers gave my brother life,
of names, I'd like to discuss one
A brother I don't talk about, I'm keepin' him unsung
Got kicked out for sellin' drugs as soon you were 18
Mom could've lost
ceased
We abide each night in groups like Israelites in booths
All for some old stories meant for moralizing youth
Made up stories to have us work these
just like the founder Sir William Booth.
The Salvation Army fighting for the truth just like the founder Sir William... Booth
Teach us the right and him
Everyone in Nacadoches knew Tom Ame's would come to some bad end
Well the sheriff had caught him stealin' chickens and such
By the time that he
through the sky
See through eyes of a raven
So many dead inside
Got the hallway stanking
I'm ill on mine
No need to thank him
It's about time
I'm floating
able
This did not catch him by surprise
So just trust him
And just oh step aside
Be still and don't question it
These obstacles they were allowed
He
Pull up in a M it's a Feighty-seven
When I look back, I say thanks for my brethren
They down on their knees
They begging the deacon
Wasn't for me I'm
the trap and go cuckoo in it
Aim for the head
When you see him put two in it
"Girl you wanna come to my 'Hotel'?"
Until I send one of my bitches over
To go
Turn the music up turn the lights down I'm in my zone
Thank God for granting me this moment of clarity, this moment of honesty
The world'll feel
Turn the music up turn the lights down I'm in my zone
Thank God for granting me this moment of clarity, this moment of honesty
The world'll feel
gave him the gas face
And this ain't got nothin' to do with a scale
Or bein' gay, little faggot, but by the way
Thoughts are gettin' darker by the day
my nigga Wack
Shit, he ain't always have a nigga back
When I met him, he was standing behind Suge
And everything is all good when you banging for your
her window
In a house across town
She's pacin' by the telephone
In her faded flannel gown
Askin' for a miracle
And hopin' she's not right
Prayin'
partner
So I gave him my tape
Said he'd play it for him
Hoping that I'd get my big break
But never got a response anyway
This nigga named Pop Gates came
Thanks to him, Thanks to him
I started from scratch
And it was all a blast Yes
Ooooo
Thank you, Thank you
Then theres the one
Who taught me to develop
A boy is born in hard time Mississippi
Surrounded by four walls that ain't so pretty
His parents give him love and affection
To keep him strong
A boy is born in hard time Mississippi
Surrounded by four walls that ain't so pretty
His parents give him love and affection
To keep him strong
for my brother Maine
I thank God for my family
I thank God for good health
I thank God he using me as a vessel
And I can't forget
I thank the Almighty
g's
For her to ante up, it would take a miracle
She's very spiritual
She got on her knees and prayed to God that I would help her yo
We'll get em back,
fucking with
You scared to shoot somebody
What the fuck
You take a picture, with your gun for
That ain't your friend, man, you known him for a month
Now you
Never the same Jesus there's no other name
Forget the acclaim I am not looking for fame
Don't need y'all approval the world in refusal but don't get
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