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the mud blue as blood that run through my arteries

Pumping from the heart of me, respected for my artistry

Silence the distractions, by turning up my

into his texts
School taught me that they can't predict what you ought to achieve (no, they can't)
Got a meeting says my prayers and grace before I

to leave evils alone and that to each is his own
And how to eat on my on and how to keep moving on
That's to the beat of my own shit
Found out who my peeps

Father's Table Grace

The Lawmen

Vol. IV

the table grace
He said our graceous heavenly father we all gathered here today

To give these things of blessings so humbly we pray
My oldest son is

God gave me vision, Imma pursue it
Rap is a gift so imma use it
Grace and finesse just for the boosting
This is the freedom I be choosing
No ghostwriter

and intercept it

Took me out the field into his grace we too connected
Holy spirit guiding all my moves i'm too protected
Told you bout my angels they just

moments in Your arms I remained
Who can I trust I've been lied to so much
If not for Your grace I know that I

Couldn't have made it without You
My

the bitch off, she was bad for my health
She just fine with no money, that shit is a no
Fuck is a chair man them crackers , just better be lucky
Them niggas

helps you get out of that dark space the most"
What helps me is by telling myself "I'm gonna get out of this when it's time"
But specifically, telling

To be king
Walking a line that helps progress mind 
Prepared before me 
God story infinite find self inside His pages glory

I ain't no pretender
I ain't

of haterism my love moves major I confess I'm a sinner only saved by his grace but blessed with success long as I seek out his face Imma Stay in this

grabbin the pans and the dishes
He’s whippin’ some chickens
The end of his mission is tender and crispy
He grew up on chitlins in Silver (that’s true)
His

the fashion is
Typing in the chat, but now I'm sad because they asking for shit
Like stop this rapping shit, and find out where your passion went
Usually by

a mess maybe rap is my savior
I never shared any moment tu na dear mum
Sina ham ya ku live a life niki tabasam
Growing up for me bila mother figure was

with ease, telepathy
Maybe it's recognition or retribution
Restitution for everything I've seen
Born into a world worried bout death by time I'm a teen

for them niggas
I really wouldn't be here
Gotta give glory to Jesus
Cause he always stay having my back
Without his grace and mercy
I don't know where I

practice aiming 
Is you a real ally or just mascaraiding 
No money for our money but Ukrain get aiding
Confidence in world it be daily fading 

Can't access

credit to my lord that's a MasterCard (swipe)
I've been saved by his grace 
Issa lot that could be said 
I have not seen him forsake 
or his seed begging

me in
And my ma who let me spend when she got inheritance
So for a good two semesters, I was finally fittin' in
Uh
Braggin' bout his stats, but he got

and paint it vivid
Not for business. In it for more than just to make a living
Pay the difference. Yours, mine and his is not the same commitment
I'm

own
If I can't shake it, I'm still resting in His grace
But there's pain from these fangs
I can't pretend ain't at my throat
All life is born in blood

any trend that tries to black out
The truth of God for the falsified

Crooked game I don't bend
Time tick tock so watch me flex
On God is my iris set
No

can we see his grace
Yes I was wrong storing treasures in a mortal land
God help me so I won't fall again
Betrayed by the silence around the table

cuz of His grace
I gotta momma that still prays
All them nights that she was up late
I'm only here because of her faith
Shoulda been dead sleep
In my