with the things I say and do Every hour of every day (Everywhere I go) And every step along the way (Yeah) I want the world to see Jesus is my everything
with the things I say and do Chorus: Every hour of every day (Everywhere I go) And every step along the way (Yeah) I want the world to see Jesus is my everything
be burned, it is poison Physicians prescriptin' us medicine which is poison Doctors injectin' our infants with the poison Religion misoverstood is poison Niggaz up in my
is The priceless timeless sacrifice who's life is the reason why my life is Who's body hung lifeless but today is the reason why mine lives Who he is is
door mats. I'm looking good right now, I gotta wear more hats. new is my beginning and used is my life, few are my winnings, abused is my wife.
us Strangle snakes, dangle grapes fed by European sluts Yall know where to come to when you need the fuckin trees and dust Ayo D?? i need by ?? these
my skull that hides behind my hair and skin, I see the selfsame skull of my father, and beyond the skull of my father, the skull of my grandfather, and the skull of my
. What is it that we sing then? Our love of life is total, everything we do is an expression of that, Everything that we write is a love song. * We
. Spirit of truth, my eyes deceive me, Teach me how to see, Ears cannot hear, my mouth is too dry to speak. You have searched me, you, you know me, there is
known by heart Unable to reach any of it There is no sadness There is no bliss It is a forgotten memory A memorable escape route that only is found
known by heart Unable to reach any of it There is no sadness There is no bliss It is a forgotten memory A memorable escape route that only is found by
niggaz 'Cause next to Jesus on the cross was the crook niggaz But he forgive us Day by day, by day I sit back and pray My thugs get packed away in a
this Christmas Everything's gonna be cool this Christmas Everything's gonna be cool this Christmas Well everybody's waiting for you down at the house The tree is
is just hang me from the nearest tree Cause it?s midnight in San Francisco and I?m waiting here for Jesus on my knees In August and everything after
this christmas Everything's gonna be cool this christmas Everything's gonna be cool this christmas Well everybody's waiting for you down at the house The tree is
toasters, Every nigga screaming war, they is not soldiers, selling crack in the hood with my [Cali Niggas] Look, I'm shitting on everything moving, this on my
share with you Your lips are warm my head is light; were we alive before tonight? I don't need a crowded ballroom everything I want is here If you