The more I try, the more I fall I finally see the writing on the wall The problem lives in what I see A separate Him outside a separate me In a desert
I've called it quits a thousand times But I've left your lies lying on my mind I'm through with you, won't make a deal I'm getting off this effort-wheel
A windblown sky on a desert plain A sea of burning sand that's never seen the rain Stumbling along with his water gone Dried-up tears and a longing for
Mary was engaged to wed A baby inside barred the way Joseph was to make her leave But things aren't always as they seem A baby in a manger lay Helpless
Where will we walk in heaven fair? The streets are made of gold Oh, what's beneath that shining path? A dirt and gravel road The body is the earthly
Seems I've always waited for someone Almost like it was a part of me I never seemed to find someone to lean on Disappointment always brought me to my
Heaven's Father, eternal Flame Fulfill Your Word in Jesus' name I'm reaching upward to the realms unseen To hold Your Word in defiant belief Promise
My father was an old man, he worked so hard and long He asked me to believe that he had all that he could want Holding up his hands he said, ?These hands
Tyson The +Proof+ is in the puddin, just ask the Deshaun Holton I'll slit your motherfuckin throat worse than Ron Goldman Chorus: So when you see me on your block
: (feat. Cam'Ron) [Intro: Cam'Ron] yo JR?, they've been waitin' for you dawg, they've been asking you ready? Dipset, Lets Go, Writer [HOOK: JR Writer
: (feat. Cam'Ron, Lil Wayne) [Cam'ron: Spoken] Yo J.R?, they've been waitin' for you dog. they've been asking. you ready? Dipset, Lets go! Writer [
flick, illin and root for the villian, huh Plus every morning, I go out and love it sort of chilly Then I send a shorty from my block to the store for
.B.'s newborn killers. Verse 3: (Ruc) 96 buildings of children, guns, and bad feelings Q.B. see we rep by the Millions each block, ten spots, a hundred
tell your managers N.O.R.E.'s in the building with keys they call me janitors Go hard, sort a feel like a slave And even on the block when it rain like
cold like miller beer When you hear it, you see more stars than tigger's cheer The red nigga here, and its out of control Something like when Ron Gold
I gotta go talk to her, son, hold on for a minute, son) [Solomon Childs] Excuse me, what's good, girl? You look familiar Was you on the Ron G. ski trip
: (feat. Jadakiss, Ron Isley) [Intro: Ron Isley, Swizz Beatz, Jadakiss] [Ron Isley] Swizz Beatz [Swizz Beatz] Yes sir [Ron Isley] Show them what they
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