Lyrics:
to her side that day and she told them one by one
Your father was a good man ten thousand miles from home
He tried to do his duty and it took him
move
Can’t control the world, control my attitude
Verse 1:
Windy Hill by the Western Inn I was stressed
Sleeping in the whip, peanut butter dip, with
wasn't no need for killin'
Man, that shit sad, imagine how his kids is feelin'
And y'all owe his baby moms an apology
Niggas saw him pullin' up that's
one's discipline is instrumental in
Keeping his arena's acumen ordered
Otherwise he will find himself brought to naught
By the castle of chaos that is his
battled
Blessed on the thousands hills stands your cattle
Because Jesus Christ remains your Candle
You are unshaken in His Castle
Established under
pop [pop pop]
[long pause]
GNice hustling is non-stop
Makin' lettuce
Top Chef, Italian Caesar chop-chop [chop-chop] (pause)
Got owned by the King
hangin' on a chain
Now his day has come, the end of the road
One last page, this story is told
Life was good in those Tennessee hills
Sunday suppers,
daughter I love you.
We're holding on barely so by the pain we know
My faith is lost my soul is sore and I wish to live no more.
My love and light keep
wish she could of saved him
Damn near impossible, only men can raise men
He was his own man, not even him can save him
He put his faith in her,
on the lynchin
It's tension if the name of the Clan is mentioned
It's the aura that's felt, that causes one to flash his gun
And reveal how he really feel,
It begins with the king as a boy
Having to spend the night alone in
The forest to prove his
Courage so he can become the
King now while he is
But I'm here by grace
Oh, oh, oh
Through Christ by faith
Oh, oh, oh
I had to make that choice
I had to open up my mouth and say
Gimme that joy I
I said America the beautiful
Land of free, home of brave
Everyone is born and raised to think like a dead man
When you alive you the lowest
the father of fair Emer
Refused to give her to wed
Cú Chulainn tore his castle down
And left the whole place dead
They loved eachother, man and wife
Despite
climbin'
And ain't no safe space when your music is faith-based
Between the Kingdom and the World your in a strange place
For real between two hills
Make my own tracks
And record myself in my home studio
So the Man I became today
Is for my God's Glory
Reborn Tha Rebizzle
I'm here to tell my story
saved
By placing my faith in Jesus Christ
The one who arose from the grave
The first concert that I been to
Was the Storytellers
Brothers Incorporated
the Lord my soul to take
Blind deaf and dumb
Moving boulders up hills but i still feel numb
Crushed under his thumb
I've been moving mad but i still can't
just decided
If a man needs a cause to die for
Then I'll make you mine
Home is by you
Home is by you
Wherever I'll go
You'll stay my truth
everyday it was going great
But he gotta do the lords work
So he’s always home late
And his wife is complaining saying she needs him bad
And she pregnant
I’m driving down these old dirt roads
I see the hills up on the right
White grass, artificial ski slope
Im speeding by the east coast train line
snub-nose in his denim
Trap or death is waiting 'round the corners that he been in
On bended knee, God forgive us, we've been sinnin'
In our defense, look
side
With His Word and my dreams aligned
It might take some time, yeah
But I'm a take it, But I'm a take it, But I'm a take it
Step by step
Take it step
and revisit my home
Come Back, Lord
No longer I can do this alone
Come Back, Lord
My temple is not of my own
Come Back, Lord
Live in me and make it Your Home
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