s cloned Back to put you backstabbers back on your spinal bone You slipped your diisc when I slipped you my disc You wanted to diss but jumped on my dick
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
You be either rhyming in code or on some gangster node You all clockwork apocalypse you about to implode Collapsing on yourself 'cause your whole foundation is Built on
is easy to dismiss those who seek peace as dreamers, But isn't our whole culture built on past dreams? It is essential that our dreams become a reality
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
My hope is built on nothing less Than Jesus' blood and righteousness. I dare not trust the sweetest frame, But wholly trust in Jesus' Name. On Christ
stand All other ground is sinking sand On Christ, the solid rock we will stand We?ll climb on Your back, take us to higher ground My hope is built on nothing less
My hope is built on nothing less Than Jesus' blood and righteousness I dare not trust the sweetest frame but wholly lean in Jesus' Name When
(Trio) 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 When darkness
closer and closer and closer [Outro] Right here on Fort Europa Nothing but chlaustrophobia Right here on Fort Europa Nothing but xenophobia Right here on Fort Europa Nothing
reinvent us; it?s time to lay me down. My hope is built on nothing less, Than Jesus blood and righteousness. I dare not trust the sweetest frame, But wholly lean on
is it that we sing then? Our love of life is total, everything we do is an expression of that, Everything that we write is a love song. * We look for
solid rock I stand All other ground is sinking sand On Christ the solid rock I stand All other ground is sinking sand My hope is built on nothing less
I held my breath between every new song that I wrote while the criminals lined up outside of my home screaming, ?Please let us in! We heard you were the last ones with hope
to gut All in all ain't nothing changed, still the same squad Some are still hustling, summers at the same job Some is 9 to 5, some is on the graveyard
