wind, we win when it's done Christ puttin' out thunder-raps with the nuns So I am taking no prisoners, not-a-one None, and no I'm not The One I just run
I was lost now I'm found I was toss to the ground My sin weighed on me heavy but I am no longer bound As sure as Christ wears the crown I know that grace
when a man named James White changed my life He told me that Christ paid the price for sin Every lie I ever told Christ died for them See, I never knew I offended God I just knew I
Heaven don't want me, because I keep slippin' Even though I got two clips, I still preach Motherfuckers around had to be Christians And I got a problem I suppose, but I know I
More money more cash more chilling I know they gone criticize the hook on this song Like I give a fuck I'm just a crook on this song Bed-Stuy Brooknon
I father, I Brooklyn Dodger them I Jack, I Rob, I sin Awww man, I'm Jackie Robinson Except when I run base, I dodge the pen Lucky me, lucky we, they didn
tit And when I woke up in my hospital bed And saw what it had done, I wished I was dead Never knew there were worse things than dying For no more I'll
selves. Of course I feel uncomfortable when I'm laughed at in the streets, But I don't want to be one of them. I want to be an outsider, At the same
s not promised [Cam'ron] Yo .. yo, I never had fights in rings I just had fights for rings, ice and bling I done spent nights in bings Now I realized Christ
going on Get out the way I just scream as I?m driving on I hate my day and this way that it?s starting off I change lanes and I thought I was pulling
Are you crying Evelyn? No... no... yes. I was just thinking about Sandy. And about Bimba and Kimba. I miss them Evelyn. I know, I miss them too. Especially
home and keep what I have found But Jesus didn't call me to do what I would do So how can I keep silent when I know the truth? What is it that binds
to some bullshit spittin' I was probably just tryin to shake the lice Bugs fallin' out of my head I'm wishin' I was dead While I'm crawlin out of my bed
I was fine, too Sorry, but I've got to go The birth was quick but the death was slow There was so much I didn't now So much I never knew about you
mortal view of the prehistorical, historical He's the all and all, you searchin for the oracle A mission impossible, purely philosophical But you call him on your death bed when
the neck of a bottle Every day is a death ride When I hold the throttle. To the drowning I am water For your calm I am the storm I'm the fiend who's