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Jesus In LA

Alec Benjamin

Jesus in LA

2019

Jesus in L.A.
And it's a crying shame you came all this way
'Cause you won't find Jesus in L.A.

And that is when I knew that it was time to go home

Hard Times

Eightball & MJG

First Expedition

1999

son was DUI, but my momma made it by
I didn't shed no tears when you left me
but the rest of the family cried
Trials and tribulations, ruined my

you knew
Sick of the games that he played on the minds
On the ones that he would, for fun cause he could
To make a dude smart, gotta break a few hearts

Told her mama I'm an artist and that's not the way I'm living
My Uncle Greg came through we took a trip to Charlottesville
I was in the backseat my pops

"We're all gonna die"
Sometime
I try to belong
Lost for hope I count the bars crying now
Rescued by that little white, wool over my eyes
I can't see,

the figurative and literal
Can you pump my confidence when I’m feeling minuscule?
Can you fire up the loud when we in a quiet room?
Aaaahhh I’m just tryna kick my

God said unto Noah go and build me a boat
Start gathering up the things you want to keep that do not float
Gather up my creatures, load them two-by

wanna live to just die
And I will do anything to not be you
Cause' I couldn't do that to my own son
And I've been given all the tools I need to live by

a round
Spin again you gone lay witcha rounds
Run em down than we pinnin em down
Niggas mad cause I’m killing em now
That’s ya bitch than I’m pinning her

prolly knew that tho 
Sprinkled with a lil nate dogg on the intro 
Ayo ayo ayo 
God mentality 
Full of musicality 
Gotta get it outta me
Creative fatality

a picture of our family hanging by a string
I never saw it coming, all the pain that he caused. Dressed in a uniform, most dangerous man 'round
They turn away

for the riches
Told my homie that we gotta get out these trenches

Nine times out of ten, these niggas dyin' cuz of bitches
They don't carry regular

treat her like the 1
If you hating ima treat you like my son
I'm on a 60 day grind you niggas having fun
Im still smoking good OG never hit my Lung
They

took a Beat-in, fo ten o twelve Sea-sons.
Just for savings and 800 Bea-cons.
Cant stop scorin til my stomach I’m pleased.
Took life by the horns won’t

that something must happen		
He was saddened by a world filled with sin	
 He sent down His beloved son, Jesus		
To be born beneath the Star in Bethlehem

their balance, bwoy
Vindication by every indication 
Bout to fuck em over Peezy Dick-in-son, penitration
And this for the day ones, so we all flourish

Check that flavor
In ya ear my mack returning like it's craig
Mark more son is dead dawg I been knew the ledge
Blkk for president instead rakim with

more, til we feel the store like
Touching kroger bitch, empty the clip i dont plan on reloading just aim
And stay focused been knew im the dopest, niggas

Somewhere deep inside I knew this was
A fire I had to stoke
So I screwed up my courage
And asked her for a 
Poke
I did

She said congratulations
Oh son you

you did is make my d*ck
Move Move
You knew my weekness that I love you
Beating all the people
Who the f*ck dare make you buồn
Bae don’t give your kiss

son wore a fur in the middle of July,
I knew that something here looked shady
The lunches they served seemed a little too raw,
I started to throw up

twelve at yo door (whoa)
So here we go
No balance in her justice
That pussy polarizing
You hate her but you fuck it
Vance Street nigga
Break 'em down into

knew how to please the Father
By giving all the glory to the Son
With boldness he reminded the Pharisees
This Jesus really was the Holy One
Before

them to hide the evidence
And it's Evident that rappers been killed
And it merciless
No fingerprints we hate negligence
Police won't find shit even if