Lyrics:
I still feel mommy's kiss on my forehead
Got my new satchel on my back
I'm going down to be a studious disciple
I'm going down to work as hard as I
the moonlight up and down the river shore,
It's the call of the canyon, maybe I will find you once more.
Standing there alone by the ashes of the fire we said
take
until people start to realise that the law is but a fake
But across the world rebellion's restrained
and turned against itself by the media's brain
Be blessed to be a blessing, through worship of our Savior
Be blessed to be a blessing, by His witness in our lives
Be blessed to be a blessing,
out of Hollywood smile
We missed it all by a country mile
Went out one night for some cigarettes
And I was gone and I ain't back yet
I was gone,
the Prada 'fore that, rock the Starter
Niggas had the Georgetown, the Magic way harder
Thinking back to the projects, and they way they tore 'em all up
the Prada 'fore that, rock the Starter
Niggas had the Georgetown, the Magic way harder
Thinking back to the projects, and they way they tore 'em all up
they never ever had
The feeling that's been had by being born delightful
Full of love insightful
What's the word? Disciple
Luminous & rightful
Positive
Here we are nowhere
Surrounded by space
Angels of legends
Have taken our place
We had deliverance
The moment passed
These lost disciples
Are leading
motive
No tag run me up check the total
Ready set go
Yah im back with the tight flow
Shooting for the stars moon walking like Micheal
Give me a ladder
And he went forth again by the sea side and all the multitude resorted unto him, and he taught them.
And as he passed by, he saw Levi the son
I could tell by the way you shook it but I could be wrong
I said are you a disciple
Some kinda brand new religion for sale
I got a Tijuana bible
I'll
As a physical world creates a spiritual haze
Blinded by distractions
Lost in matterless affairs
Reaching through the darkness
Trusting You will meet me
the bitch gets back, oh, oh, oh
Eat meat on Friday, that's all right
Even like steak on a Saturday night
I can bitch the best at your social do's
I get
Consummation
Preservation
All who survives being bathed by the fire
Mindless disciples forced to our will
Culling the herds, human worshippers
Those choosing
hunger
The boy Pharaoh's curse is passed on
Screams of dying, I am back from beyond
Mock my religion, by the power of the God's I am strong
Rebirth
are flowers of fear
The morning red
A sun god calling you back
Down through a thousand years
White embers whistle and crack
Await the dawn with
a chosen generation
Say What
You win now go make disciples of all
Nations
I been through it in the worst of ways went broke and had no hope
What do you say
Here comes more tears to cry here comes more heartaches by
Here comes my baby back again
Here comes more misery here comes old memory here comes my
Here comes more tears to cry
Here comes more heartaches by
Here comes my baby, back again
Here comes more misery
Here comes old memory
Here comes my
Among steel mountains, walls and concrete streets
In stunned streams, all the animals
That pass by me...
Just infect me
Just affect me
So, this is
the bitch gets back, oh, oh, oh
Eat meat on a Friday, that's all right
Even like steak on a Saturday night
I can bitch the best at your social do's
I
Here comes more tears to cry here comes more heartaches by
Here comes my baby back again
Here comes more misery here comes old memory here comes my
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