not, before you came to Christ you was holdin' knots Then ya tripped and fell and came to Christ with swollen knots And mercy refused to let you suffer
Our recommendations is that your souls be redeemed You?re being transformed into the image of the King They want you vial, condemned in the dark But you
discuss like Zion's at reach They say when you listen to Priest It feels like you sittin' in Greece Verses' calm and peace Then you hear bombs then missiles
as sick as "Good Lord, just hear him Get a good load of him. Hits is hittin like hitlaw done did 'em" The next villian, tap the nigga next to you Tell