Lyrics:
her like Jesus out of bleachers, broads and beepers
Yeah I boogey it's all good, but it could be better
Want to stay eighteen forever
But now I
peace was upon Him
And by His stripes we are healed
In Jesus name, amen
You've been bruised
You've been beaten and degraded
How much longer will you
Glasshouse, I reside by the library
Yves Saint Laurent frames, sipping Ciroc berry
Burning the big dutch, sweet feet up
Long ashes, hanging off
Anybody came to have some church tonight
If you came to have church I need you to
Put your hands together real quick
And help me call on the name Jesus
)
Who can help you to hold out (Jesus)
A little while longer
Ooh, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Jesus loves you (Yeah, yeah), Jesus wants you
If
dying by the sword
Our legions killing all in sight
To get the one called Lord
The Gates of Hell lie waiting as you see
There's no price to pay just
A-T-L to S-T-L
On them thungs and crunk as hell
Your system blast, then let it bump
Spark the L and raise it up
Fifteens in my shit, you know
money just to wade back again
Some of us are illegal and some are not wanted
Our work contract's out and we have to move on
600 miles to that mexican
rare
Though Larry's world was dark, she gave a spark, she left a mark
She saw his fight, in that small room where hope was light
Caught every tear, in
was not bound for Heaven
I'd be cast in shame
Into the Magdalene laundries
Most girls come here pregnant
Some by their own fathers
Bridget got
it from the rooftops Gonna find true love and cherish it, cherish it always This new year Cool winds in the spring Blow the cobwebs out
the keeper of the flame
Years have gone by
Still the sparks remain
True love can't die
It smolders in the flames
When the fire is burning out
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
Eh eh eh eh eh eh eh
Jesus if you call
I will answer a billion time
For I am now sold out
Sealed in christ
Led by his governance
take them to the crib unless they bonin'
Easy, call 'em on the phone and
Platinum Chanel cologne and
I stay, dressed, to impress
Spark these
Well I see him on the TV
Preachin' 'bout the promised land
He tells me to believe in Jesus
And steals the money from my hand
Some say he was
a heart attack
I'm looking at Ephesians 2 like what did Jesus see in you
Nothin
By
His grace he chose to love on folk like me and u
And I don't
Here we have Larry Hoover's lawyer
With us today and
It’s a prisoner that we're focused on he has
Six life sentences and they have
Him next
along, follow me as I lead through the darkness
As I provide just enough spark that we need to proceed
Carry on, give me hope, give me strength
Come
national treasure
I ain’t seen shit won’t say a word
Pull up white range call it Larry bird
Real street nigga so you know we ain’t dancing
Pull up on my
come working the fruit trees
And they rode the truck till they took down and died
Good-bye to my Juan, good-bye Rosalita
Adios mis amigos, Jesus why
Out on the river kicking up smoke
Lately I've been filled with hope
Working on the Mississippi levee
If they shoot when I run
I'd rather die by their
Will I see him on the tv
Preachin bout the promised land
He tells me to believe in jesus
And steals the money from my hand
Some say he was
Words and music by Bob Hartman
Based on Luke 19:40, Psalm 69:34, 148:9
Somebody's gonna praise His name
Somebody's gonna call Him Lord
It'll either
sir, right now
If you've read your bible
You've read the story
About the man
That could not see, hallelujah
But he heard that Jesus was coming by
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