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the blood on my hands
I might go ahead and say sorry in advance
One day I'll be an old white man
Right, here we go again
I refuse to feel ashamed of who I am

of God
But do yo know what that mean?
I got a new life
A new life in christ
His blood has washed us all clean
My God is so good
My God'll Neva change, Neva

See him swing by his neck, 
Clean the mess with a brillo,
Get the stains off deck
Then you paint over it
Don't take no bets
Leave the body in

Keep my name out your mouth
Before you choke
Let the time go by
Let us make money, and laugh
While you stay broke
This ain't no joke
Gotta keep cutting

Now was it certain shit I did 
Got these voices in my head 
I know niggas want me dead
Tell em catch us if they can 
Keep a pistol by my bed 
Murder

do right by my folks, so I stuck to it then
Knew what it took to make it out, I just ain't have connections
I can't go out like my dad, even though he

humble me,
First chance Ball in my hand you'll fumble see,
But I get up from the mud and wipe that dirt up off of me,
The endzone will feel my feet,
I

ahead and run up on us nigga yeah we can't wait

Got my bitch by my side yeah you know she down to ride
Really down to fucking slide if the chotaz right

mints
What am I doing I threw in the towel
Captured my life I'm attacking my wife this action is fowl her
Body battered by fist but mind doesn't quit
So

couldn't get a job
'cause I'm a fuckin' felon

Yeah, yeah, ayy, that money changed my life
I bought chains and ice
You kill him by the morning
You get paid

of the pain

Made the reason that they left and the reason that we came
Catch my breath, blood pulsates my brain
And they called it a riot?
Huh, I call it

already know that shit be love until it ain't
If a man show his hand, that's when you judge by what he play
Thumbing through this dirty money, that's a tub

keys
They know all his words by heart
By heart, and they all sing

Lovely girl, won't you stay
Won't you stay, stay with me
All my life I was blind
I was

Jesus to take control of my life and that I will live for Him on this day forward
Thank you Lord Jesus for saving me with your precious blood In Jesus

Sinister 

Verse 1

I was only nine years old when I got my first taste of blood we’d run around with pellet guns killing cats and dogs for fun 

I

got two kind of straps
Let me hit a nerve
Only day ones in my section
All the plugs show me love
I'm connected
I need a check like my name on the guest

homes of the angels of heaven
Creating a wire of lightning on the entirety of the subconscious society

Once a child of blind agnostic hindsight
My self

Hit the pavement and I'm runnin
Anything get in my way I Jason Statham and keep gunnin
I was born to run every single thing I get my hands in
Michael

yourself with your head in your hands
Could I make a difference if I just continue?
Or has my fate been to rot away in dismay?
Never will I know if I don't

of the Scots
Hand me the Scotch
Bottles for models
And novels for thots
Scribing these poems for streets tucking poles
Chill out and post
That shit been to dead

Long time coming huh Jorge?
I gotchu hip-Hop to the death
Let me tell my story

I'm the blood from the stone
And that stone is Far Rock
Home is off

Back
One eighty seven, my pen
Hella blood spilled on the track
They ain't wanna let me rap though Look at how them niggas act though Krys coming through

be intense
Some friends at the margin
Making summer streams harden
All these bulls shitting
Trying to milk me by the carton
But, uh, excuse me sir, I

cause
They hand him a gun
Blood splatter on my face now my face is numb
Yeah, now my face is numb

Police comin by with the tape and cameras
Lost too many