Intro Since the old man died, I'm happy to find, I'm losing my mind Verse I was runnin' into walls, wondering where I went wrong Headed for a fall,
Verse Jesus washed my sins away One glorious morning (praise His dear name) He blessed my soul (He blessed my soul) And He made me whole Ever since that
you just imagine that fair land (That He's prepared) Yes just a Glimpse of that city would be grand And just a prayer will gain your reservation Oh to that city
One day, four men brought a crippled man to Jesus Still and lifeless, he lay upon his bed He had not moved since he was just a baby Still he longed to
Verse Drifting out in the darkness, just a prisoner on life's sea Death was like a sinking vessel anchored deep inside of me Hopelessness weighed upon
Verse Well let me tell you 'bout a story, the prophet Daniel told How three Hebrew boys wouldn't bow to the Kings image of gold Well he threw them in
Verse 1 Today I spoke to a dear old friend of mine One I hadn't talked to for such a long, long time After all I'd done, it's a wonder that He'd speak
woman and still need a saviour Maybe it's a billionaire maybe it's the cocaine I done seen drugs and money run the whole game A good girl lost in the city
be layin' down in bed alone I could teach you how to speak my language, Rosetta Stone I swear this life is like the sweetest thing I've ever known Got the gold
The world at my sneakers Gold pieces molded with Jesus features Give streets the fever From the way I spit the Ether Came on the scene at 19, a gritty
take her long to leave the boulevard So many five star friends with black credit cards She'd try anythin' once 'cause anythin' goes It never comes easy when you're diggin' for gold
place to be Gotta knot in my pocket weighin' at least a grand Gold on my neck my pistols close at hand I'm a self-made monster of the city streets Remotely
ride on my surfboard, rhyme hard But only buy the shit that I can't afford That's everything, that's why I truck big fat rings 'Cause in the motherland gold
few live to retire Cash flow extreme,dress code supreme,vocabulary obscene Definition-street player,you know what I mean The high rollers People of the city
would never mend No matter who you trust, you simply cannot win It's always fun in the beginning but it's pain in the end Pain, pain, pain, pain Gold
solid as your city ( ? ) Born in Brooklyn, can tell by the way that I walk and talk Strollin with a slight limp Flyer than any big city pimp [ ROUND 1: Shaquel Shabazz ] Gold
Everyday a star is born (Can you say New York City?) Clap for 'em, clap for 'em, clap for 'em, hey Everyday a star is born (Can you say New York City?)