One, two, I'm 'bout to set this off, like this Hip-hoppers, check it Another MC lose his life tonight, Lord I beg that you pray to Jesus Christ, why?
't know anyone Well, Jesus Christ, I'm alone again So what did You do those three days You were dead? 'Cuz this problem's gonna last More than the weekend Well, Jesus
We in the last five days of these trials and tribulations And I'm waiting for the Lord, oh, please don't leave me forsaken Caught up in the doom, prepare
sinnin like everyday/ im spendin my time preventin my mind flippin and goin insane/ and now that we comin up on these last days well into the fast lane
Y'all never seen relish but always seem jealous Of my extreme fellas, rockin' the [unverified] sweaters The ones who paid with their life I rock for forty days
Chip I swear I who share the last pound will is the same people I share my mill with six zero's in my last mill with bread and wine last supper was some
again Brain contusions again, vutting and bruising the skin Razors, scissors, and pins, Jesus, when does it end? Phases that I go through, dazed and I'm so confused Days
Spiritual leaders practicing all the laws of attraction The teachers who read the passages From the back of a G? That be bustin off Dalai Lama's or flashing heaters the last
ask somebody verse:3 8 hundred days minimum wage bout to lose your house if you dont get a raise you stay close to goin to work with the 12 days
[killah priest] The mind, heavy mental, jesus christ is, heavy mental Everything brings in, heavy mental day, the day you will experience something Heavy
Bulletproof glass tints if I want some ass Gon' blast squeeze first ask, questions last That's how most of these so-called gangsters pass At last, a
're wishin' That you could put a bullet in my head plate Without all that red tape And lead me straight to the grave You're either a slave but Jesus
I'm proud to be His possession He is my everything After the lightning and the thunder After the last bell has rung I want to bow down before Jesus
traffickin' these bricks and marijuana, shit Look, I been scuffling years, your honor That's why I'm traffickin' these bricks and marijuana, shit I been put in the world, living my days
la la la la la la la la) Yeah this is classic, fantastic, I'm blasted I've been growing and blowing, niggaz wonder how I lasted Well, like Jesus I fasted, for 40 days
spaceships to America, the beautiful They land at six o'clock and there we are, the dutiful Eating from TV trays, tuned into happy days Waiting for world war three while Jesus
me how to live In the streets of shame Where you've lost your dreams in the rain There's no signs of hope The stems and seeds of the last of the dope
that had me bound And I spent my days Poured my life without measure Into a little treasure box I'd thought I'd found Until the day when Jesus came
