Lyrics:
The street's full of survivors
Niggas who court buyed us
Bitches who caught the law
Jones trynna keep the thugs home
Going hard 'till my blood gone and
I'm
swagger was her dagger; she sashayed my way and gave me her math told me told to call her. I lured into her trap. Hypnotize by beauty this short cutie said
Now I'm living by the grace of God and not by slabs of stone
Now I know the will of God cause' He revealed Himself in Jesus
He came to earth to destroy
say they're gonna come for me
When I buck man
They be like "what do you want from me?"
And I be with my brown skin baby
Gave her the woody den I made
Yeah
Ohh it's Jones
Yeah
Look
Yeah
I been smoking Zaza
I been on the come up
I been getting rack, rack
Get it with my partna's
Check got coma
If it
a bit of a suffering
So faith I found comfort in
Served in Church on a Sunday
By Monday, I'm harbouring sins
Sunday come again, repent and repeat
ran and worshipped him,
And cried with a loud voice, and said, What have I to do with thee, Jesus, thou Son of the most high God?
I adjure thee by God,
on tour, keep it real no secret
I wanted to get home to my own mona lisa
What's the point of seeing caesar if you lose touch with Jesus
There I pledge my
much i’m Thinking 20 is fucking old
Truth to be fucking told
I’m witnessing dominos
I’m balling like Jesse Jones
I’m in my room headed home
First song
And bring me to your home
As I behold face to face
I come before your throne
Enraptured by your grace
You say...
Yeshua Yeshua
I want to give you
debt gets paid
I used to cut grass and smile like I meant it
We squatted in the shade when the mowers overheated
Came home stinking of gas in
her on a cruise
He had a alibi in Vegas which was cool
By the time he got home it was to late
Wife and kids was gone and on the floor there was a tape
So that I know
Maybe somebody does care
Maybe a cure is out there knocking on my front door
Waiting for me to come home
Until I’m found
Because I’m
it all by and by
When death has come and taken our loved ones
It leaves our home so lonely and drear
And then do we wonder why others prosper
Richard Fagan/Joe Collins, Of Music, Inc (ASCAP/Life's A Pitch/Joe Collins Music (ASCAP)/Foray Music administered by EMI Music (SESAC)
Hey hoe come
On the floor felt on the backseat
See I was drinking while I was driving
Never thinking bout what I was doing
I turned around and before i knew it
Here comes
your bitch)
Now tell me does that sound like any rappers you know
Hahaha, if they come through, it'll be attack of the clones
Return of the Jedi, I got
You're wasting your time, he's taking me home
Well he put a song in my heart so I can stand up and scream from the top of my lungs
Jesus is alive and he's
tek it way tek it way tonight me agga
Tek it way tek it way tek it way
From me come off the street a rome and bring the money home
Ya no me affi get
house is on fire
I’ve come at you up from the mire
I rode with Jim Jones
Now I take my leave
With a kiss on dry lips
As he runs to the flames
Trying
hustle on the block)
Uh, okay
Kool-aid known by colors, boy, we ain't no flavors
(Ain't no flavors)
We relate to Jesus, most my people born in
Raise up an army
The one who ascended
Will come down from heaven
This building is gonna fall
You picked up your cross
You fought for the lost
Led by your
on drinking, a whole 24 or 48 hours worth of boozing. 'Arry
comes home... I left, I threw the towl in at 12 midnight, I couldn't handle it. We went to this place
What kind of King would leave His throne
In Heaven to make this earth His home?
While men seek fame and great renown
In loneliness our King comes
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