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Feat. Vincent J. Kelley
I wonder why people figure so much
Ashamed from the substance we touch within
The lack of feeling and not willing to sin
And I guess it depends on Providence
Glory and being whole to believe only in Him
Throughout these difficult times and trouble
I try to pray, through this beautiful struggle and
Don’t hustle my soul, and be another sad story told
Like behold: the world’s greatest fool
Played like a fiddle, used like a tool
Mamma said stick to them golden rules and them God …
He left behind, fold you for yourself out of luck in time
All this prop, paranoid around the clock
Every second will stop on the G shot
Lord, out my way, I’m looking to a jew
For that day, for real
[Hook]
I call Your name
Give me strength under this way
I might hither out my way
I look to Heaven for that game
And call Your name
Give me strength under this way
I might hither out my way
I look to Heaven for that game
They ask me: „do you solemnly swear the truth
Telling?” Like my mouth the lips of the Lord
And I’m his parrot. Insert a double negative
Knowing nothing is negligence
Solution of the problem, hero or a heretic
The answer is irrelevant, derelict and heresy
Is prevalent and blesses ain’t evident, please!
Don’t need tough line covered i the blood
Don’t need for mean mugs Joe tryna be a thug
But understand, the wrath for the lamb
I’ll take your block off
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