For I say I?d rather to be absent from the body then to be at home with the Lord (this is my heart upon the letter) For we must all appear at judgment
a fellow servant of God as he talks to Philemon pleading for Onesimus. Please don't grieve him I need him but he is still yours so just listen. His presence
me To make it home safe with them groceries How it's 'posed to be, they ain't close to me Yeah I'm in association but I'm playin for my own team Too much
Everyone's gathered for your arrival All the believers Angels fall, all for you, heretic Demon heart bleed for us I've been waiting for you, Weary
the ocean, it's so marvel to see I'm audible like the presence of the Lord when I speak The world is an audience designed for my glory to breathe Recordin
Feeling the presence up in my heart But never no chicken to the nigga In on that style like that Talking about the way the Lord Be lifting these burdens
flying - fly sky high Falling down ? I?m falling down Oh what about my mom and my son lord Anything, I did for u lord I try to be nothing but pure Lord
side and Hades, Lord of the Underworld, is punished for what he's done.] World will fall into perpetual darkness Dawn will be no more Frost will cover
and Persephone. For six months she'll be with her mother and the other half of the year she'll spend it with her Lord, the Lord of the Underworld.] And
fear no evil, for Thou art with me. Hey, Lord, I'm waitin' for you. Oh, God, I'm waitin' for you; waitin' to open Your ninety-eight wounds and be Thee, be
the presence up in my heart But never no chicken to the nigga In on that style like that Talking about the way the Lord Be lifting these burdens up off
with them groceries How it's 'posed to be, they ain't close to me Yeah, I'm in association but I'm playin' for my own team Too much division, head-on
fear no evil for Thou art with me Hey Lord, I'm waitin' for you Oh God, I'm waitin' for you Waitin' to open Your ninety-eight wounds And be Thee, be
I don't know how much longer You're gonna be here So I say my prayers every night One for my mother, one for my father And one for the love of my life
ain't what it oughta be, almost caught a ki They're tellin' me that there's more to see God, listen, it was him or me Sorry for the choices I chose,
coming way clean If you ain't Regime Then fuck ya! [Poppa L.Q.] We the real street criminals Regime generals Mash for the most And we sell it for the
love! (Pimp) Now I got love for my homies who done shed blood for my homies In the night sometimes I wish I coulda took slugs for my homies But they
, O, Lord of my heart Naught be all else to me, save that Thou art Thou my best thought, by day or by night Waking or sleeping, Thy presence my light Be
