my jouney wont be over til i reach that regit place Chors. I'm a child of the king yes i am (yes i am)i'm a child of the king yes i am and i know i
This what you call hardcore, fat gospel, street gospel (South, South, Bronx!) Yo where my people at? (South, South, Bronx!) Yo where my heart is at? (
This what you call hardcore, fat gospel street gospel South South, Bronx Yo where my people at? South South, Bronx Yo where my heart is at? South South
gates of Graceland I watched him walk right through Now security, they did not see him They just hovered 'round his tomb There's a pretty little thing waiting for the King
of Graceland Then I watched him walk right through Now security they did not see him They just hovered 'round his tomb But there's a pretty little thing, waiting for the king
of Graceland Then I watched him walk right through Now security they did not see him They just hovered 'round his tomb But there's a pretty little thing waiting for the king
her cry out loud CHORUS She's not calling on the angels She's not calling on the angels She's just hoping for a memory A child that's been lost
Graceland Then I've watched him walk right through Now security did not see him They just hovered around his tomb But there's a pretty little thing Waiting for the king
of Graceland Then I watched him walk right through Now security they did not see him They just hovered 'round his tomb But there's a pretty little thing Waiting for the King
surely rather be found dead Than to love her more than the one who saved my soul I'm Your child and I want to be in Your family forever I'm Your child
tomb But there's a pretty little thing Waiting for the king Down in the jungle room Chorus They've got catfish on the table They've got gospel in the
my neck Shit, I'm pissin' in the abdomen Two and a half weeks old, already thoughts of stabbin' men Unravelin' plots and plans for thievin' and shit Immune to the gospel
hovered Tround his tomb But there's a pretty little thing Waiting for the King Down in the Jungle Room [Chorus] They're got catfish on the table They're got gospel
his tomb But there's a pretty little thing Waiting for the King Down in the Jungle Room [Chorus] They've got catfish on the table They've got gospel
Sights of wonders that frighten angels A decree from God to deceive a child Offered to men, the darkening of the sun A gospel enemy of the church The
been preaching But this was overreaching The boundaries stretchin' further Than his heart would choose to go Like an angel with no wings Like a kingdom with no king
neck Shit, I'm pissin' in the abdomen Two and a half weeks old, already thoughts of stabbin' men Unravelin' plots and plans for thievin' and shit Immune to the gospel
