[Intro] [Kids Singing Throughout] "If only you believe, if only you believe, I believe we'd get by If only you believe, if only you believe, in miracles so do I"
[J.R. Writer] uh, big up the boy J.R. Writer in the building y'all Only this time around, it's sentimental You know what I'm sayin'? It's miracles Uh, watch how I paint this picture, let's get vivid
[Verse 1] Yo, my vision is just ill, I'm picturin' it still How my life revolves around a miracle foreal Vision it just vivid, so I spit it through a deal A song album, wow, these miracles are real Still, yet through tragics, you seen it, bet it's magic I said "I bet that's magic", it's like he never had it (word) To his fans in the stands it was just extatic I know the back of his mind he thought he'd never last it (true) But he did, and he lived, like you gots to be kiddin' This song goes out to them tsunami victims Who got ditched homeless, without a spot to live in Family gone, not a car knorr a pot to piss in Kids ya livin', let's start basically rebuildin' A couple days y'all managed to raise a couple million (that's crazy!) I ain't spiritual, but it had to be God's wonders That helped Zeke through gettin' shot and hit with a car bumper, I wonder
[Talking over singing] uh, I'm just tryna show y'all man If only you believe man, this miracles are real man Uh, I need you to zone out with me though, dim the lights a little bit Uh, yo, check it
[Verse 2] Through the trial with a girl, gettin' outta Lapearl I would never think that I would bring a child in the world It's a miracle from seein' the birth next To seein' the burp yes, first words, even the first steps Goo-goo ga-ga, who-who ha-ha peek-a-boo, I see you, you-who papa Guy I'm just God blessed This whole song is based why you seen Kan West, surivive through that car wreck For gettin' away where murderers get at you To my man down on trial for a murder he didn't do Whoever thought we'd get through slavery and racism Slavery was racism, pacin' through, hey livin' To Martin for heart, a heart that was smart The proudest step to Malcolm X for marchin' his march To the cops when there's trouble at the spot on the double To firefighters pullin' bodies out of the rubble, let's sing
[Talking over singing] Whoo! Hey Killa, hey Killa now I understand why you call me the writer of writer's I feel like a miracle in the making man
[Kids singing till fade]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
