outta control Just as those hoes nigga rose On ah, mission tryin' ta get that dough Separated mine through prose Open and close just like a case Place to place
i never thought that livin ma life coul be this real never done figured that being a rapper would be so hard oh God but now that im seeing the light as
best you, Go ahead and kiss the jesus piece Cuz I just blessed you, Uhh, And holy water odds against Ye Its slaughter ever since the day I opened up that
Meet me on the wastelands, later this day We'll sit and talk and hold hands maybe For there's not much else to do In this drab and colorless place Sit
the drain Feeling drained from the maimed Mutilated, diseased, disastered, deficient and dead Raging waves with no name Raining pain, distorted face, placing
through the night Would you leave it all behind revelation? Wake in the morning to find you waiting Even in a desperation feel something that's embracing Feel something that
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy Now to the Lord sing praises All you within this place And with true love and brotherhood Each other now embrace This holy
and joy, joy, joy, joy Now to the Lord sing praises All you within this place And with true love and brotherhood Each other, now embrace This holy tide
, one would hope to expect but never see in a place like this. Cutting right angle donuts on a dime and stopping right on my Birkenstocks. then me yelping "Holy
over it will be good But I'm old and I'm getting older knew I would Later days finally coming on take me away Little place near the holy one and let's
call me D-Don My shit's so dope when you smoke you nod And I spit that shit that leave you holy like the song Yo, we from the place where they pump
I represent, I'm in to be the king of New York Went from living in tenements to up in house resorts I'm the Latino, that'll take you to war like Al Pacino
a pound or feel the pain in your chest I only bang with T.S. That's some Squad that God returned to the surface Bustin' scary-ass burners that burst
guns I probably wouldn't of brought my squadron But unfortunately it's that war outside And I still roll with bulletproof doors on my ride They call me PD, holy
Everything I touch is gold since eighteen years old So what that mean? I roll the blunt And puff the indo smoke in it, I trip in a minute Crazy holy
the sky Yellow water, final scraps of light Bringin' new tears Awake, baby, awake But leave that blanket around you There's nowhere as safe I'm leaving this place
tidings of comfort and joy Now to the lord sing praises All you within this place And with true love and brotherhood Each other now embrace This holy
in A holy shroud A veil to hide our tenderest moments This must be all that there is Times don't come much more beautiful You could show me places that