I make there'll be no more pain, aint gotta be nervous about someone knowin ya name, everybody is your family theres love around you, even on earth god
, it's the stuff of country songs Hey if God will send his angels And if God will send a sign And if God will send his angels Will everything be alright God
's the stuff the stuff of country songs HEY IF GOD WILLS SEND HIS ANGELS AND IF GOD WILL SEND A SIGH AND IF GOD WILL SEND HIS ANGELS Would everything be alright? God
Don't believe the devil I don't believe his book But the truth is not the same Without the lies he made up Don't believe in excess Success is to give
dress torn in ribbons and in bows Like a siren she calls to me Sleep comes like a drug In God's Country Sad eyes, crooked crosses In God's Country
torn in ribbons and in bows Like a siren she calls to me Sleep comes like a drug In God's Country Sad eyes, crooked crosses In God's Country Yeah...
gladly stand up next to you and defend her still today 'Cause there ain't no doubt I love this land...God bless the U.S.A. God Bless the U.S.A. The U
torn in ribbons and in bows Like a siren, she calls to me Sleep comes like a drug In God's Country Sad eyes, crooked crosses In God's Country, yeah,
I use the N.M.E I use Anarchy 'Cause I wanna be Anarchy It's the only way to be Is this the M.P.L.A or Is this the U.D.A or Is this the I.R.A I thought
a man Trying to stay Satan free Through hell is where they're taking me I swore, so amazing, to be a thug A true, true hero under God's sight, from
stranger, super freak hot blast The hard drop rip is a hostile swing Kiss my Redemption with a fist full of sting Swift with the gifts, it's the God
my mouth now gangsta walk [Chorus: U-God] (effect)..Rock! Dat's Gangsta..What? Dat's Gangsta (effect) Rock! Rock on Dat's Gangsta..what?! [U-God]
verse one: U-God/Golden Arms) It be the Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang I got control drop a load Time to rip shit Time to rock and roll I play the block and stroll
(Verse 1: U-God) Thanks for the rap action pack satisfaction Snatch over match kiss the grand dragon I'm tramplin the mass riddin head champion Back draft
(U-God) On the mat head to toe intacked on the track big hat's on the go let them hoe's no we on the stro we on the track the shit we started we comin
Countdown Are you ready? Are you mad inside? Got you strapped down to your seats Outta the doorway, bullets ripped, full clip God speed, approach follow
Yeah, tired of all this shit God Channel you wanna come out? Niggas betta respect this shit I see, I see the same ol' rap cats gettin' real lame Same
[U-God] Once again... Through the storms... I gotta stay strong Take deep breaths, hold on long, bring the harm with no regrets, on my chest, let me
