Lyrics:
stopped
We looked up and said
I see you; You're my family
I feel you trying to heal and help humanity
What's the worst thing you've ever done
Did ya did ya
Life life
Glorious life
What a glorious life
Every morning
when I wake up
I Dey go down on my kneels
And give Jah all his praise
All his praise
Now I done
Been around the block for about a quarter of a century
And I make it a mission to learn a lesson every day
By God's grace, I have been
on your family (no), no-no-no-no-no, no
'Cause they don't know you're royalty
But they gon' know when they see us
A known fraud once fell on his own
anybody's guess
Where did he get the twine, what was goin' through his mind
Did it just seem like a good idea at the time
Well, we walked up beside it
man behind the cam Humorous
Tonight we got a treat for you
Believe me when I say music, runs through his veins
And in his family
He's a dope MC
Taking
but it's my turn now
And it should've been my first route
Young Tiller, what the fuck was you worried about?
Who was talkin' all that shit? I'ma bury
as a cherry pie
Woah, see I'm terrified
Crucifix heavy, who gon' carry mine?
Yeah, what's with all this talk about Hell and Satan
And sleep deprevation
If this
that mean his family gon' boo-hoo when I smash that card
Better stay on a nigga brain give a fuck about a die-hard
I know this one botch with a big-ass
What I do what I do do
Raised by a single mother I was raised different
Thirty eight years apart was the age difference
Raised by an OG If you knew her
history repeats itself, evil's what it is.
'Cause Lucifer was cast away for doing what I did.
Created by the God who spoke the earth into existence,
to speak Grace about you, about you.
What does Grace say about you? About you? What does Grace say?
1.Therefore, since we have been justified by faith,
We
rippers' man applause when he can't get a job
He gets up all of his family and feels like a slob
The black women don't understand
Cause they don't realize
like a chump 'cause he got what they want (want)
He under thirty years old but already he's a pro
Designer trousers slung low 'cause his pockets stay
Boi, Daddy Fat Sax, G pretty D, are they same, boo
But I'm backed by the Dungeon Family, so you can go 'head wit' all that stabbin' me
'Cuz I will jab
Family's gonna cry about me
But karma won't forget about me
I don't wanna feel so ashamed
Like my body's Houdini's cage
And the key's held by you
So there's
Tracks as they murdered
A hobo and then they used certain
Parts of his body to
Uh, initiate me and then I
Became what they call, uh
The bride of Satan
On either side of the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye
That clothe the wold and meet the sky;
And thro’ the field the road run by
On either side of the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye
That clothe the wold and meet the sky;
And thro’ the field the road run by
On either side of the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye
That clothe the wold and meet the sky;
And thro’ the field the road run by
on they tippy toes
Don't give a damn what the journalist wrote
Always dead inside like they in the catacombs
On the prowl like a lion in his throne
to take that guy away
And he did he got caught with a loaded gun
And went to jail but first she had his son
Oooh, and now what to do?
She had no man, no
forget what it's supposed to do.
Rebuild the temple and the crown of glory
Years gone by, about sixty
Burn in the oven in this century
And the gas tried
snooze
Break laws I break rules
Presentate I teach schools
Let me to talk to my family huh
Let me talk about my nanny huh
Bitch niggas can’t stand me huh
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