Lyrics:
the word is a tool for correction
In all dealings of our life, for perfection
In second Timothy chapter 3 verse 16
All scripture is given by God's
Past fumes will burn us in our bedrooms
Past fumes will burn us in our bedrooms
Past fumes will burn us in our bedrooms
Past fumes will burn us in
faithfully in her solitude
Her "yes" welcomes the indwelling Trinity
May our prayer always be a "yes" to God"
Our Father, Who art in heaven, hallowed be
Since they couldn't relate to our stuff
They claimed all we do is disturb
But I got good news for them
We gonna do this every day
Rog boys, Trooth
This thing is so hard it's crazy
Listen me and you me and you we ain't the same
You can't compare me to you
Our money different our current
heat I'ma beast
Feel like I’m preaching or I’m teaching on the beat
(Hear me speak)
I’m leaving clues to some doors and some keys
(Can you see)
Been
Deep within each heart
There lies a magic spark
That lights the fire of our imagination
And since the dawn of man
The strength of just "I can"
to crack cells empty jails
Give them the key to excel
Cause if I give them the key then they free they ex-cells
I'm the type to kill shit spreadsheets no
a chariot boy I been a prince
Writing like harriot speaking on incidents
Still slaves in a sense since
They stripped us of our innocence
No justice no defense
Deep within each heart
There lies a magic spark
That lights the fire of our imagination
And since the dawn of man
The strength of just "I can"
when the times get tough
Teaching our kids how the good Lord blessed us
Calling out the stuff that the world done messed up
Right is right and God
She screams no not my boy she needs bullets for proof
Then she grabs the remote that’s you on channel two
Mama say, no, bible say quote
Teachings
Hands on my shirt, mine on her skirt
As soon as our heads get down in the dirt
I hope in the Uber and tell my boy (Skrt)
Bitch I'm sneaking
Hiding all my
at the bottom
Believe me we reaching for God
He relieves the problems
Through Sebis teachings we healing leaving peace in our bodies
We high quality gaining
and not be stepped on
Hard trials in this life, teaching me a lesson
It's crazy how life can be so simple yet intricate
Such complexities about our
Young fool boys, man we got no choice
We workin' on our music 'cause it's time to raise our voice
The studio is our home, momma calls me on my phone
Uh
Know your plans
I can tell
Started small, hope I excel
Make my hair start standing up, we don't gel
Keep your distance, we ain't mixing
Check
I'm always in the studio cooking up all day
That's why you always put our song on the replay
JSP boy, better get used to the name
Spitting straight
Become devout
In something else, boy
You could excel, boy
But don’t wanna spend all my days on Excel, boy
I feel the music like braille noise
A day
Some excel on the campuses
But how the schools teaching I Don't Think they preaching it Right
The whole last semester Should be on Life
And maybe if we
pass or always fail
I try to excel, I know that you would rather see me fail
Dismissin to detention, when my life's a living hell
Doctor fill me with
I cry to be heard?
“No fear,” they say
Carry on, we’ll make way
Create a new lane, a new world for our boys and girls
We can…
We can, “Hands up, don’t
We've heard all the great teachings
From Malcolm to Martin
Now we have this last chance
With our brother minister
To rise out of the ashes of slavery
teaching kids to be soldiers
To be marked by a plain white cross
And we kill just a little to save a lot more
The philosophy of loss
There are a few who
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