Lyrics:
like it was April, look, look
Look to the gospel
By his wounds, we are saved, that's why I'm grateful
Trust in people, not Jesus, you see betrayal
If not
Feel of me if I'm cold there's a shovel in the car to dig the hole
No I don't expect this last favor for nothing cause you're a busy man my friend
So
all that I've done wrong
I must have done something right
To deserve her love every morning
And butterfly kisses
I couldn't ask God for more
Man, this
a thousand-five cannons
Nigga gettin' it on
Peep out the window, I was solo flashin'in the streets
Caught by cops
I'm tell them bring some extra tape and plenty
enough to put up with the cheatin'
Months go by and only see him for a weekend
I say a prayer, hope my girl ain't leavin'
We all got angels, we all got
at the floor
And he's howling with pain and crawling up the walls, oh yeah
There's a devil waiting outside your door
He's weak with evil and broken by
at the floor
And he's howling with pain and crawling up the walls, oh yeah
There's a devil waiting outside your door
He's weak with evil and broken by
To the good ol' Rio Grande,
You made a deal with the devil, boy
So I'll take you by the hand
I'll take you to the water
cnd you'll say a prayer with me,
Then
There is a lonely train called the 3.10 to Yuma
The pounding of the wheels is more like a mournful sigh
There's a legend and there's a rumor
When
rock it for sure.
But solely money & fame, then I'll be stoppin' the tour.
Pure.
That's the prayer.
Whether many are here
Or everyone disappears,
finally extinguished.
Mr. Stranger, aka The Bone Man, goes to Dublin
Space. Time. Rhythm. Static. Kinetic. Truth. What is truth?
Silence. Do you know?
Yo
When a man finds a wife he finds himself a real good thing
And I
I thought I had found that woman that was destined to be my queen
I mean I loved
by asking your wife
Is your husband a man of God
Or he just faking for likes? (Yuh)
But you the one that gotta live it yourself
I know it's hard just
Everything under heaven belongs to Him
Can a mortal be more righteous then God?
Can a man be more pure than his maker?
Who can instruct the Lord as his
Everything under heaven belongs to Him.
Can a mortal be more righteous then God?
Can a man be more pure than his maker?
Who can instruct the Lord as his
Though I want more it ain't time yet
So I say a prayer then twist it up
It's time to change my mindset
Out here working like a dog but we barely making
really worthwhile?
Forgetting I'm an earth child
Protected by the stars and the ocean
Water baby gang, always been a wavy man
Flow like river, come through
gain I'm getting more than just assault
I ain't living for the 'gram, man are snitching on the cam
If I hit him then I'm dumb, but if he dips me he's
to evil
For evildoers shall be cut off
But those who wait on the Lord
Shall inherit the land
Do not be anxious about anything
But in everything by prayer
him
They're Ain't there no more
And the girl he use to care for
She don't care no more
It's a Hustle Hell
When there's no product to sell
birth
to man.
Raped by the wind and forced to bring life to the hundred
bastard sons.
The unholy ones will give strength for all evil to live
and I were made to live through more
Yeah
Shoutout to the most high, made a nigga so fly
Not a day goes by I ain't been that dude
You got that fire
hands, grasp at the air
Expel the silence from my lungs
Into the soil, breathe hollow prayer
In the mire, forgotten by the sun
Wake up now
Wake
Shed this
I was in the dark
Had visions like Helen Keller
Nurtured by mi abuela
Tortured by the bodega
Cops with hidden agendas
Would oppress us
Put us
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