Translation: Watts, Isaac. O Bless The Lord, My Soul!.
matter what, you've always been by my side You've always been my best friend You're the love of my life You're everything to me You never left my side You're my
said was that my homies had a toast to the dead Do I need a pack a vest for stress so I can rest 'Cause even though I'm blessed in my flesh It all came
flesh livin' life after my death Yesterday, I read my horoscope Tell me, Lord, will I be poor and broke? Tell me, Lord, will I be dealin' dope? I wanna take my
place where I lay my dome On the streets of the Bronx where my family roam Hoe, damn it, we home, Peter got a nine millimeter Playa haters can feel the flame from my
my woman moanin', it's on again Damn I hope you play this song again The soul cleansin', the melody just read my end Not a lot of things but usually just appendin' my
outside I'll never catch a vehicular homicide My music is a description of my vibe of course My life, my sites, my thoughts, what I like on my fork '
well then Please bury me by my gran, gran and when you can, come follow me God bless you workin' on a plan to heaven Follow the Lord all twenty four
my babies and they mommas, too 'Cause they don't know what they daddy do But this one thing, I promise You I won't let my seeds do the same thing too Lord, bless
in my soul (This I know) ('Cuz I can feel it in my soul) I can feel ohh (This I know) ('Cuz I can feel it in my soul) (Yea) (The Lord is real) Do you
me I know the Lord is real Yes He's real I know He gave His life, He sacrificed Just to save my soul Come on ya'll I know the Lord Yes, He's real He
. Click-clack-clack be the sound. These police and haters is wrong, oh. We buckin' 'em down. Trust in me in harmony, I try peace. Eternally bless my soul, Lord
be the sound These police and haters is wrong, uh We buckin' em down trust in me and harmony, I try peace Eternally bless my soul Lord and everybody
deep as I strike at a quick pace I got the evil of my dead nigga trapped in my mind So my soul is a threat to all mankind Born to kill, I'm wicked by
tryin' to rap faster than the master Oh Lord, could you save my soul? Nigga tryin' to go platinum around 40 years old The Lord knows we can do this
well then please Bury me by my grand, grand and when you can, come follow me God bless you working on a plan to Heaven Follow the Lord all 24/7 days
