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of the darkness
I lift up my eyes
Unto the hills
I feel my faith rise

[Chorus]
Maker of heaven, giver of life
You are my strength, my song in the night
My
of the darkness
I lift up my eyes
Unto the hills
I feel my faith rise

[Chorus]
Maker of heaven, giver of life
You are my strength, my song in the night
My
People walk and talk in they sleep
Cold sweats and wet dreams
On how to get green our faith is all in a jeep
Black souls raw and they deep
Hypes tryin'
A new life is mine
And that is why by the cross
I will stay
I believe in a hill called mount calvary
I believe whatever the cost
And when time has
and breathes and functions from Bombay to Katmandu
 At any moment one can glimpse
 Matured or embryonic ‘Blimps'
 Vivaciously speculating as to what became
Forgettin I wasn't the only object
We was more concerned with cuttin up and choppin
Supplyin fiends with that work, get it poppin
Now who wanna pop off
me
Now picture me standin' on somebody block tryin' to rock
I drop bombs and niggaz see me with that dough by eight o'clock
My feet never touch
Forgettin I wasn't the only object
We was more concerned with cuttin up and choppin
Supplyin fiends with that work, get it poppin
Now who wanna pop off
People walk and talk in they sleep
Cold sweats and wet dreams
On how to get green our faith is all in a jeep
Black souls raw and they deep
Hypes tryin'
they want is a piece
Of the pie that you keep
Is that too much to ask of those who lay the concrete?
Still laying on concrete
Pop, pop by police
I guess my faith is a quest for me
Man got a dog and ain't got no leash
Man got a crib, it ain't got no lease
Man got a flow that got no brain
But
by free, 
Not to say that anything is wrong with free, 
Just to say that ain't nothing wrong with me 
If my hands in the cookie jar, know one thing,
[20 second instrumental to open]

[Chorus: female singer]
I... will get by
Touch the sky, time to fly, 'til we die

[Tha Trademarc]
For what
I'm the son of rage and love
The Jesus of Suburbia
The bible of none of the above
On a steady diet of
Soda Pop and Ritalin
No one ever died for
the same, something's changed
I never used to be able to see past the trees
A thousand unfamiliars are lying thick on the air and I can't breathe

Is our
on the top of my binocular I'm drunk
How can I make them popular, pop em' when I want
See I'm livin' with anxiety, duckin' sobriety
Fuckin' up the system I
Grandmaster Flash'd go slap it, you bastard
All the money that you made
All the watered down pop-bullshit version of the culture, pal
Go buy a big-ass lawn,
of entertainment meets the lust for blood and demerits, cutters of the pie throw your summers in the sky, collar pop jolly roger, die motherfucker die, apache
I'm the son of rage and love
The Jesus of Suburbia
The bible of none of the above
On a steady diet of
Soda Pop and Ritalin
No one ever died for
never twist the cap of malt liquor
Only pop and droppin' Cristal's down my throat, take a swigga
My style, ladies intoxicated by my profile
Your
heard they took the panties, pocket books from Grannies
Im just a rare breed
With faith the size of a prayer bead
Who stepped it up, not knowing where
up
So I ain't got no time to waste
Don't want a watch with a diamond face
I wanna watch through a scope
Head shot from a mile away
Ya head pop like
love my enemy
You could never take my history
You could never block my destiny
Never did love follow me
And I'll never return to poverty
Never fooled by
To a parallel prize

The walks by faith
The sight lines lie
How am I gonna tag along
With one tin ear
And one glass eye?
Well I...

I can't get there
cast my own stones
Oh oh oh

I'm the man in the mirror y'all
Oh oh oh
I can see my wall
Oh oh oh
But I'm here by grace
Oh oh oh
Through Christ by faith

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