heave on the cross Is for the glory of God And now the murderer the prostitute And even the thug And average person can now be Cleansed by blood? [HOOK:] When you were on that cross
blood, the house of the heart on the tri-dimensional level On to balance with the feather Funkin lesson vibes to earth, from Ra on to Jeb My verse it
So listen to me boy understand, understand It's a bezeled out wrist, and that I wear everyday On the right hand-a, the Presidential Rolly And it's crossed off, like a ton of ice on
be crusified on a cross with crown of thorns on his head and a spirit inside he wont let him die but it aint gon never change Joseph that hard hit it
woman scream out that her lover's turning off, turning on the television. And I can't tell the difference between ABC news, Hill Street Blues and a preacher on
you started I said, were walkin away, did u hear me? You oughta Be thankful that we aint beefin. Were still breathin and just leave it at THAT That's
be forgot The bells Of evening have rung There's blasphemy On the end of the tongue Let them say that I walked In fair nature's light And that I was
I need him most. The Spanish moon is rising on the hill But my heart is a-tellin' me I love ya still. I come back to the town from the flaming moon
still blow from Nassau to Mexico Fanning the flames in the furnace of desire And them distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free, Bringing everything that
kiss, And you wouldn't know it would happen like this, But who among them really wants just to kiss you? With your childhood flames on your midnight
Stop bringin that pistol and fetch ya, Shoot it and catch ya, shit, pap, Stay packin that gat in yo lap away So if ya can't roll strapped Now how about that
action, all the noise of attraction beats up On the streets, the sellers do mark up Better than tellin' em off, don't stock up Shark, they don't bite All that
on the gas And just bounce bounce bounce, yeah Then shorty come with you to the nearest short stay Get up on top of that and just Bounce bounce bounce That
hardcore, that's done forbidden Everytime I bomb this be predictions from Nostradamus Busta Rhymes to fan bombs on your head and that's a promise The one thing that seems to be funny yet never stated is that
in its choosing Sweeping over cross a baby Love descends on those defenceless Idiot love will spark the fusion Inspirations have I none Just to touch the flaming
I will die in the flames As I draw my last breath As I'm closing on death I will call out your name I've been a martyr for love Nailed up on the cross
on my own! Now, as we stand two worlds apart, the time's hardened up my heart. From a world of no regret, that I hope won't soon forget. I walked the line on
