Lyrics:
to make justice a reality for all of God's children.
It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer
the elevators broke
I run and help you with your bags upstairs
I was scoping you out, today you was late, to leave by eight
With no time to be at work at nine
the fireplace and
I'll massage your shoulders if they hurt
I can tell by your eyes, a hard day at work
God's gift to man
Though some might say that
We're
was told things
Wouldn't work, but worked out, having cold feet
Didn't keep me from success, but delayed it some
I used to be the guy who'd kill
and
The force, it makes me feel like
Chef's in the kitchen while we out fly fishin' (ooh, ooh)
Water so clear you can see the fish pissin'
Convos on the speed
You must believe it for yourself.
I can not wait to share the monthly spiritual realms with you all. May the peace of God reign over everyone who
blocked
My head's still with you but my hearts just not
So am I close to you anymore if it's over
And there's no chance that we'll work it out
That's
understand it at first
I'm known to roll up my sleeves and put my hands in the dirt
We at war and I got a battle plan that can work
With the proper
is God's work, ain't nothing you can do about it
So n**** join the team or you can catch the sideline
And just get out the game or get hit from
and the devil says kill me
Then I wake and see God heal me
My mind goes back and forth healing
It’s like my soul is always dealing
Spiritual Warfare
People
you're white you can trust the police
But if you're black they ain't nothin but beasts
Watch out for the kill
Don't make a false move and keep your
wanna make sure you get enough of it
Pineapple spears on the bias, high science
Spiritual alliances, it's a vibe right?
Gene splice, kettle whistle
with you
I can't change, I was God-given
Tryna make me a pop star and they made a monster
I'm posted with my niggas, lettin' the champagne flow
was a passer-by
Who saw the woman cry
Wondering can she work it out
Now she knows that the wages of sin is death
The gift of God is life
Oh, oh, oh,
and dusty villages they sped along the little roads
The peasants smiled and shouted as they hurried by
Jesus called out to every one "Don't think that we
the beer at work, for God's sake
Fuck you!
By the way, would it be cool to go golfing tomorrow?
Fuck you!
I was just kidding, I want to hang out
thing we have to do is put it in our minds
Surely things will work out cause they do every time.
The world won't get no better
If we just let it be
them out of existence
While leaving their real estate just where we need it
To use again
For temples in which to praise our god
("cause he can really
It's just an old piece of wood
On top of four legs
It's got a few coffee stains, and a thousand marks from "god knows when"
Ain't too many
dying just to read it and relate it
Too hard just to go by a blind faith
But they left out the sisters
I've been praying to a father god so long I really
but I's alive
It's like a old negro spiritual, but I mastered Tobey
With a splash of Monster Kody, shoot faster than Kobe, nigga
You bastards know
they ledge
First to compete then I'm over their heads
He too lyrical and too subliminal
every day from spiritual too criminal
It's a message in
god father
Capture
crm out the window can fathem
Balling I need me a phantom
Hall of fame headed to canton
Hall of fame flow I headed to canton
Big
hard, so we gotta thank God
Dishing out the plastic, do the dance till you spastic
If you diss, it gets drastic
Listen to the rhymes, 'cause its time
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