of Jesus And we shine, yeah we shine In the darkest place we shine We're goin' into all the world Carrying the light of Jesus And we shine, yeah we shine
he could speak down from heaven he’d tell me stay on my grind Tell him I’m doin fine, Obama for mankind We ready for damn change so y’all let the man shine
If He Could Speak Down From Heaven He Tell Me Stay On My Grind Tell Him I'm Doin Fine Obama For Mankind We Ready For Damn Change So Ya'll Let The Man Shine
down from heaven, he tell me stay on my grind Tell him I'm doin' fine, Obama for mankind We ready for damn change, so y'all let the man shine Stuntin
us fucked up, they got us fucked up we been movin birds bitch, they got us fucked up, they got you fucked up, then get you fucked we been movin birds
still together Like in the ghetto photo wit one nigga in the chair Holdin liquor in despair, gang signs in the air I shine in spaces where time is just
behind, put the shine to his ear Took a snap shot, brought that back, collect the chips Half a million knocked off before we talk about the next hit
time to shine shine shine Wait for the sign It's time to shine shine shine We're out of line It's time to shine shine shine Wait for the sign We're gonna
sold as fact hallelujah clueless the ship shine cellar albatross burned down find a way across strangle hold albatross around my neck is sinking psycho hymns too high the fee
m a CCC nigga, yeah I rap now Moving mix tapes, from city to city But we heard, that them people trying to move it and crack down Only see fee's, so
we just did the best we could And on his grave we just placed a monument of wood We pulled up that old hitching post where Doc had nailed his sign We
Oh, we goin' down (In quicksand) Oh, we goin', goin' down Yes, we goin' down We're goin' down in quicksand Oh, we goin' down (In quicksand) Oh, we
mind is in the dirty making mud pies The heavy heat stretch opened my eyes You don't need a subway token Nature's fee remains unspoken The sun is shining
tryin to repent But we still lickin off, we wild like two cent Park Hill Projects, say it witcha lungs Fuck y'all cats, we always got guns But just in case, we
have a dime And I aint meaning no Gold watch when I say "I don't have the time" My hustle is the reason why I'm known to shine It's like I'm in my own
not to shed light We hot we dead right We drop we take mics We run these streets Like cops through red lights We shine so bright We learn the life We
the bone, kid pass the bone Pass the bone, kid pass the bone Pass the bone so I control the micraphone Yo check it Outside a nightclub what? we shine
to hobos Kickin' the bobo, chewin' on a Rolo Ain't a Volvo with no paid promos Sippin' cocoa and rollin' up momos Fee fie foe fum I need awake drums
