The preacher trained in all to lose his name; The teacher travels, asking to be shown the same. In the end, we'll agree, we'll accept, we'll immortalize
s time for us to reap what we have sewn No doubt my brothers and sisters God has given us a miracle, finally Blackstreet Finally we'll make it through
done came through, chillin with my boy Screw you know we popped up in a foreign hoo-doo we came through and we sippin on that drank barre we comin down
lead us in the right direction and maybe if he came we could change and regroup So we laid it down and sent it hopin' we would rap wit us, track splittas
the pieces come together When I picture me in Paradise When I picture me in Paradise When we set our hearts and minds on things above Then His Spirit leads us
that grace appear The hour I first believed Through many dangers, toils and snares We have already come 'Twas grace that brought us safe thus far And grace will lead us
head hurt When the hawk take the day off I make the lead work, I'll put you in the red dirt Ice make 'em look like stars, they comin' through On the bikes
We work together common sons Never need to wonder how or why We are the Priests of the Temples of Syrinx Our great computers fill the hallowed halls We
I done came through, chillin with my boy Screw you know we popped up in a foreign hoo-doo we came through and we sippin on that drank barre we comin down
you sleep In the hope that harm won't find us I pray the lord our souls to keep Does he see us here? Are we precious in his sight? Or are we merely
fly Each one to it's mark Defend the true lead us through This voyage in the dark Make us strong you know right from wrong Teach us what it's worth Cos
I think we emphasis sin so much That it makes us paralyzed And glorify struggle so much That it makes us terrified And deemphasize the fact that we have
Bleak prudence, bleaker grace Amidst from these venomish losses Prime leagues leads on through vivid senses We have grasped we have honoured Though we
We turn to the Father, His face not moved We cry out WHY! We can hardly believe Lord, please commission us, commission us Commission us, please, God!!!
that Grace appear The hour I first believed. Through many dangers, toils and snares We have already come; 'Tis Grace that brought me safe thus far and Grace will lead us
Then he hears the voice of his mother in his head reminding him to 'HOLD YOUR HEAD UP HIGH' (Reprise). He is determined to keep trying and reunite with his
, Honk! Hark at him 'cause his honking is the best we've heard. We are feeling rather small in this whole shabang maybe you'll forgive us all, and we
