[Chorus:] Oh it is Jesus, oh it is Jesus, it's Jesus in my soul; for I have touched the hem of His garment, and His blood has made me whole. [Verse:]
Jesus shootin' heroin. If there are priests at your party, And you're playing cards that are numbered, And you got no reason to think it, Until your
Jesus Christ, that's a pretty face The kind you'd find on someone I could save If they don't put me away Well, it'll be a miracle Do you believe you'
goin' Just out here tryin' to make it (Make it) Do every thing but fake it (Fake it) Stress on my mind (Mind) It's so hard to take it I'm back on the
Jesus I will follow For each step is forgiven and never long And as we walk Through miles of disbelief It will be his hand that guilds you Leading you
shakes as he takes a puff Their badges shine and there's no escape as they lock him up Fourteen years old and without love the girl is livin' wild How can it
reign Who will provide the grand design? What is yours and what is mine? 'Cause there is no more new frontier We have got to make it here We satisfy
white man's reign Who will provide the Grand Design ? What is yours and what is mine ? There is no more new frontier We have got to make it here
'm the man who won Woman don't try to love me Don't try to understand A life upon the road is the life of an outlaw man First left my woman, it was
[Verse 1] Yo, I preach through my raps God is watchin me I still reach to my strap Broads is watchin me they wanna leech to my trap Tha Jesus Christ
how a brother ride, truckin it sick I'm heard of on the southern side, i pluck through it quick I been one of them boys since way back when This is way
say it twice and repeat it I'm a lyrical genius, I never been beated, defeated I'ma draw my weapon and squeeze it, you better believe it Leave you parapaligic
full of Lifestyles And we both rent out playa Difference is you a sweet subsitute, I'm a Penthouse playa Y'all seen my rings borders It's full of queen
watch his body drag [Verse 2: Fabolous] Funeral, Killa, this just got very scary All the competitions in the cemetery buried Jesus piece, rosary, black white canary jerry Pardon me, it
we ain't Hollywood here But we'll put you in a box like its Hollywood Squares [Chorus: Fabolous] You throw it at me I'm a throw it back atcha Clap at
