His love shared, and everyone would care As He meant it to be. Every child'll have a smile, and be living in style Love would touch every soul, it
ridiculous Fucking ridiculous I mean this shit is fucking ridiculous Five star dishes, different exotic fishes Man, this shit is fucking ridiculous Fucking ridiculous Success is what you make it, take it how it
with it I get a little taste then I'm through with it Then I send it right back to you with it (How high) Whats love got to do, go to do with it I
he told me about the Oracle of Ammon He gave me no clue, where it is Men feared time, yet time feared the pyramids He gave me more jewels, he told me
man told me evil was lurkin and if you found it try your best to not put yourself around it Cuz when you in it you tend to push it to the limit but then
said it's not even that, you know. It's but, this is reality. This is, you know, and that's it, man, I mean, I'm just telling you, it's so wonderful
flying a jet, Equipped for the dog fight Satan got a mean bark but he can?t bite, He thought he had a lock on my faith, But I swole up and broke his face
the cause It just comes first With my Mrs. Jesus The Gospel changes meaning If you follow John or Paul And could you ever Let it be The Mary of it all
they believe in He thought about it I said, "Peace, keep breathing" I see him mumbling shrugging his shoulder He probably cursing but he know better He
you the name. Jesus Christ, He wants to get in your frame. He owns it but you're like homeless, you need Him to slip you some change. And when he does
cousin if it wasn't for His grace Yeah He took me outta nothin' and He made ya boy a saint Hook: Yeah they tell me sugar coat it, dumb it down, but I
'den saved some of New York's prettiest broads I'm spittin the gospel I hit my apostle's wit the coke that'll heal a sick soon as it get in they nostrils
I don't write it I will it, reel it, real shit, paint a masterpeice then unveil it. come i'm 'bout to reveal it, destroy it, rebuild it, conceal it, before
just a man with as many problems As anyone who has lived And I have faced temptations Some I pass and some I fail I know what it's like to be on the
subliminal criminology Actually rippin for salary it's no formality To be a tragedy, body rip for raggedy, dogmatically Financially money's the mission Motive the means
Skipper's out of happy pills again, he's in the neighbors garbage (ah Skippy) He's making paper dolls decorated with targets (don't do it) He's labeling
name He said, "Son I've seen it all And it's not what you think" He said, "There's some tough choices to be made" Then he took a little drink and I
things that He's done for me Danger ahead, that I could not see My soul cries, "Hallelujah" Without Him, where would I be? He's been good, anybody else
