the drain I like to, I like to I like to look at pictures in a book Never read the writing just put it down I like to, I like to I'd really like to
down the drain I like to, I like to I like to look at pictures in a book Never read the writing just put it down I like to, I like to I'd really like
He's the better way, yeah, the Son is the best That trash: I'll pass on the pump and the vest Got the sword of the Spirit, I run to the text I run to
just rest for a second\") \"ok\" I promise I'll bring it home, let's invest in the text (c *mon) I'm about to hit you with the hook I be addressing it
inspired Cause all men need Jesus just like air to your lung So in order to truly live dawg I dare you to come Stop trying to do it yourself like McNabb
I was a brand new man As the foundation shook He's asking, who shall He send I said, "Send me Lord, I commit to faithful men" Sometimes Lord, I feel like I
I ain't hate you I swear I'll never call you bitch again I just wanna say that uh, I fucking apologize I didn't mean to call you a bitch I'll never
at?, where you at? Where my real thugs? Where you at?, where you at? Where my real thugs? Where you at?, where you at? Where my real thugs? Where
understand kids today so when I pray, I pray I'll never grow to be that way And I hope that he answers me I heard God don't like ugly well take a look
were at work to destroy Brats in batallions were ruling the streets and Generation landslide, close the gap between them And I laughed to myself at the men
music I play So I just gotta be strong and keep moving on with it I?m not just a dreamer, I?m an intellectual coal mine With refined rhymes like diamonds
at the world and beyond. I feel people pulling me down. I feel some pulling me up I can't get stuck. I just keep moving forward. I got places to go man
animals live Ass bet, niggaz run in yo cribs I don't care if you blast for the cash, then scramble yo wig I'm like "Damn, what a wonderful kid" I could
niggaz) Workin out, all I curl is my index finger Got a safe that hold more notes than Cortex singers My work is move trays, serve 'em up like gourmet
I want what you got So please give it up so I can live it up Just like the rich but I still eat grits I don't know karate But I can still beat the dog
you know where you're runnin from scared of the sun, I live in the sun You shrivel up like a raisin and burn like the blunt that I'm blazin Ku Klux Klan