clasped as the moon hugs the shore What treachery this that She breathed no more? Christ you bastard! I wished Her back but the dead adored Her Even
to flirt with life that we got, to my Christ So earthy Lord Your love you know it rains One day we'll see it plain That to live as Christ and to die
the degree Outlawz on a paper chase Can you relate thug ni**az [Napoleon Chorus] We will never fall Thru it all, we'll always stand tall Cause in the end we'll be remembered as
("Nas is . . ." -Nas) 7x [Nas] Freedom or jail, clips inserted, a baby's bein born Same time my man is murdered, the beginning and end As far as rap
that dope It's faith in Christ that brings man hope Ever since the fall it ain't been much to sing about We were born in life's grave but Christ has
The death He had to die, wrath satisfied Now believers are righteous in the legal sense Justified by His grace, let our deeds convince [Hook] [Verse 3:] Ah what a relief it is To be in Christ
m crying as I'm going through it I'm Cryin Out! Hook Verse 3: Now its getting even worse cause my sin doesn't even hurt me as much Why would I leave
I make is final pick anywhere they shit like riding slick with a thick chick slobbing your dick even if it means fighting these niggas in cases as long as
pick anywhere they shit like riding slick with a thick chick slobbing your dick even if it means fighting these niggas in cases as long as neither ones
and wine To soak in the body of Christ Baggy jeans, phat jerseys in the fall breeze Describes me token dusted weed with my peeps See even saints do dirty
guess what? We about to crash Next we collide, 'bout to die, I can't even yell, Only thing I'm thinking is I'm about to go to heaven [Hook:] Jesus snatched me out death
Jesus is God even demons know this The winds and the waves even they obey yo Death and the grave even they obey yo Picture Him dressed in a robe dipped
give up our brethren To intolerance and hate Or do we stand as one And share a common fate? Do we give up our brethren Or do we stand as one? No! "We
flinch and the itching trigger finger is gon start forming a clench And you come that hot lead storm and you drenched My flow as fury as the scorn of
Everybody stressing cause ain't nobody feeling eachother I often conversate with god but who's to say if he's listening Even though I died as a sinner but resurrected as a christian
a nigga, from taking the lives of so many others And I'm trying to keep ways right, brothers and mothers I'm falling around a grave sight, pu-punk I hate you to death