I'm, so tired of me, withered and unclean. I'm too blind to see, shit that is me And you're so tired of me. I'm too blind to see. You don't need me.
can't make it to heaven taking your own life, so repeat after me, the devil ain't pimpin me, cause I can do all things through jesus christ who strengthens me
mugging, relieving some of this stress don't fuck with me You'll get this beam, cause I ain't trying to look in the rearview Cause if I done passed it, it's forward march tired
around me Without it in my pocket, motherfuckers try to down me Whenever I try to go get it, the laws surround me Take away my name give me a number, and take me
my peoples, cause I'm on another level On my knees, screaming Jesus can you save me My shit's so fucked up, I wonder if you thought about me lately And
the friend, and who was the foe, you know it's bout to drive me crazy Mama, tell Jesus I can't handle the pressure, look at The way they do me down here
can't get a set of keys to the studio And I know my fanbase is probably tired of me talking about the struggle But since I resurrected time all the niggas don't want to see me
Hafdis Huld & Tricky: Jesus said to Mary, you really can come I'm tired, love, and I'm feeling real numb Gotta see if my father's come I'm under pressure
In the shit house a shotgun Praying hands hold me down Only the hunter was hunted In this tin can town Tin can town No stars in the black night Looks
Of all my foolish pride So come and wash away these things That have held me to my past 'Cause Jesus You're the one and only one that can set me free
best of me (best of me) If you don't wanna get shot I suggest you don't go testin me (testin me) All the wrong I've done the Lord still keep on blessin me (blessin me
Give me what I'm askin' for Stop bringin' me down or I'll slam the door You're getting out of line with the Beverly Boys You start makin' the moves they
My tired feet My tired, tried feet My tired feet Oh my tired feet My tired feet brought me to that red boat So still and foreign waters And although
the fire burnin, I'm in the fast lane, You can smell my tires burnin, Exercise, Flex on guys, Model chick, Sex on thighs, I might let Alexis drive, Jesus
, stand up! (Keep on struggling on!) Don't give up the fight! (Yeah!) We sick an' tired of-a your ism-skism game - Dyin' 'n' goin' to heaven in-a Jesus
