world sets me free When there's no tomorrow And glory has come down Those without Jesus Are lost and never to be found So please listen when I'm talking
relevant make me know the difference between family and relatives I beg the Lord show me a path snakes are in my blood line and not in my grass not talking
my hometown niggaz I get it good in your hood so slow down niggaz Watch the speed though, mind the pedal and ease off A street talk into a collision course
from conversation could fall in love And that's a scary thing, I try to duck em good Cause innocent women'll stalk you if you fuck em good I'm sayin'
' was bein' a savage And M.C.-in' and QDJ-in' was bringin' the cabbage Now it ain't like a nigger talking hella late in the game I'm talkin' '80 ace
the lord and the highest praises You spread the good word and bring good wishes You mix ina evil the highest watches You clean up your heart and break no promises Live good
as a pot steamin', i wanna be the secret that me and Trina keepin. I'm hood enough for the girl i keep, and every toe i Keishia. Good lord Jesus, she
Good evening, Mr. Bellows Good evening, Mr. Bellows Good evening, Mr. Bellows President, he's a pretty nice guy I'd like to take him out to dinner sometime
land It made fields of green tobacco Aching backs and callused hands Mama talked of a coming battle That the women folk had to fight 'Cause the good lord
Jesus come talk to us Lord Jesus come talk, come talk, come talk to your children Jesus come talk to your children Jesus come talk to us Lord Jesus
know sufferin' and pain really well If it don't kill you, it makes you strong I think of the song, "What's going on" When it's going wrong When I act
But that?s aight, we are Souljahz of the Lord And we are ready to fight, neva will we eva stop We love Jesus from the bottom of our hearts to the top
like a vertebrae. Focused vertically, hoping for the day. When Biblical sense is more common than courtesy. I envision this hittin' you in the barbershop. Lyrics rushing like wind like when
they lie they still tell me that they love me. They say I'm good at bad things, at least they proud of me. I just wanna be like you, walk like, talk
good, was really bad Everything bad, was good (what if heaven was on earth nigga) The whole world, vica versa (good is bad) Vica versa (bad is good
Fly Balls, they just seem to go further. If it?s good enough for the Champion, don?t you think it?s good enough for you. Donald: Well welcome back
here We represent the kingdom of God With all my flaws, my mistakes and all When you talking Kingdom, man You're saying God is Lord And whatever else
dead than doin' life in a jail cell Die young, oh well, I had a good life They rappin' 'bout it but I'm out here payin' the price Lord, it's so hard