sometimes But I'mma spit that sometimes, you know what I'm sayin'? Ay, P give it to me one time nephew There's somethin 'bout this girl and from around my
In Christ alone, my hope is found? He is my light, my strength, my song? This cornerstone, this solid ground? Firm through the fiercest drought and storm
You ready homie? Yup My first mission runnin' through the hood to smoke jack With memories poppin' in my head recall that Late night creepin' through
pull my coat around me Heat some coffee and stare out into the black night I lie awake I lie awake sir With my machete by my side My Jesus your gracious
titles Whip out what I'm concealin', then aim for survival Seein' is believin', my fist is an eyeful Dice is raw, there ain't no mistakin' Me against
Yeah, I feel it, uh-huh Yeah.. yeah, yo, yo [Killah Priest] The mouth and tongue of Malcolm Tellin' my publicist, fuck this government Go 'head and make my
my vows Demons surround me In triple Stage darkness And taunt me They know I'm the good guy Going bad So they want me All my family remembers Way back
, uh uh oh That's for those dark nights Uh oh, uh uh oh Come on, let's sing it with us ya'll Jesus You are, Jesus You are, Jesus You are You are my sunlight
the dark And only He can make your blind eyes see For if we speak of lost things found Or lives that have been turned around Then tell me who knows
forgetfulness The chains of yesterday surround me I yearn for peace and rest I don't want to end up Where You found me And it echoes in my mind Keeps me
Shackles had me down but he gave me a new sound So reclaim my name from the lost and found Ya see, something's got me jumpin' and I think it's the way
In Christ alone my hope is found He is my light, my strength, my song This Cornerstone, this solid ground Firm through the fiercest drought and storm
My hope is built on nothing less Than Jesus blood and righteousness I dare not trust the sweetest frame But wholly lean on Jesus name On Christ the solid
to Jesus and held my head up strong I was alright, I landed on my feet Made in America, I was brought up on the street My old man's independence seemed
dark place The answer was here all along And that's why I wrote this song To tell you about my Jesus and my faith The stories in the Bible And about the grand love that Jesus
love her still Hers is the face I see when a certain mood moves in She lives in my blood and skin, her wild feral stare, her dark hair Her winter lips
Well, won't you lend your lungs to me? Mine are collapsin' Plant my feet and bitterly breathe Up the time that's passin' Breath I'll take and breath
love her still Hers is the face I see when a certain mood moves in She lives in my blood and skin Her wild feral stare, her dark hair Her winter lips