I wonder why people figure so much Ashamed from the substance we touch within The lack of feeling and not willing to sin And I guess it depends on Providence Glory and being whole to believe only in Him Throughout these difficult times and trouble I try to pray, through this beautiful struggle and Don't hustle my soul, and be another sad story told Like behold: the world's greatest fool Played like a fiddle, used like a tool Mamma said stick to them golden rules and them God ... He left behind, fold you for yourself out of luck in time All this prop, paranoid around the clock, Every second will stop on the G shot Lord, out my way, I'm looking to a jew For that day, for real
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I call Your name Give me strength under this way I might hither out my way I look to Heaven for that game And call Your name Give me strength under this way I might hither out my way I look to Heaven for that game
They ask me: "do you solemnly swear the truth Telling?" Like my mouth the lips of the Lord, And I'm his parrot. Insert a double negative, Knowing nothing is negligence Solution of the problem, hero or a heretic The answer is irrelevant, derelict and heresy Is prevalent and blesses ain't evident, please! Don't need tough line covered i the blood Don't need for mean mugs Joe tryna be a thug But understand, the wrath for the lamb, I'll take your block offTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
