rather drive around and drink a fifth instead of readin now you life seem heavy you say you ain't ready to believe christ died for the sins of the city
grinding dawg? You can served more birds than churches But you still dying dog I don't care what city you from Whether from the suburbs or from the slums but Christ
They wont step one foot in, to the local church cuz it, caters to a womens bent and its full of feminine, man men we pushin them, far away from Christ
m on this planet But cannot get too attached to this life 'Cause I'm a pilgrim And so I'm building Fulfilling the great commission My eyes are fixed on the Christ
organs on ya A 40-Caliber'll turn ya to a organ donor And a day or two, you'll be a morgue aroma While I go city to city fillin the pieu's up I ask God
presence, why y'all actin' bashful? King Syze cats and any clique they rap flo Y'all little light niggas couldn't feed my shadows From, city to city,
and tellin Christian folks what to do You talkin 'bout the sinners are sinnin, but let's keep it true Ain't nobody in this church a bigger sinner than
see his ribs through that You cocksucker let your ears do that Or ride later do me ooh wee now back to rap 2 Lincoln continentals sittin back to back Leavin Jersey City
tomorrow, And be the miracle of light, And we won't give up the fight. Now is the time for us to shine, Shine with the face of Christ divine. No compromise
of desperation For Your glory This is an emergency! Sinner, reach out your hands! Children in Christ you stand! Sinner, reach out your hands! Children in Christ
the ugliness of perpetual Christian guilt. He hangs there as a remainder of our own subjugation. Let it be known that he alone is Christ, Those who dare
Ruled by ruin the city of god Collective madness of the holy squad Divine violations of dignity Corrupted secrecy Hordes of the fallen Lost and slain
Roman Church; which atrociously annihilated every single inhabitant. The poor man's wife and two children were among the dea; cruelly killed by the insane Christian
that just makes me a child of the sixties But anyway we didn?t stay we moved to Plant City Then to Lakeland then to Tampa then to Ybor City Living in
, spread love freely Still spittin gangsta shit, 'cause the streets need me Still got that mack with me, for niggaz actin silly still pimpin gangsta pretty, reppin in every city
The Christmas spirit is in the air, the Christmas spirit is everywhere Like the day Christ was born in Bethlehem, the Christmas spirit has been coming down I hear the sound of church
and then I start to get frightened thinking "Damn! My whole life I was just a dreamer I never got to put on a show in a packed arena I wanted to go on Rap City
good, and that's how they was taught Bein brought up in a world of Christianity By your mother, and your father, most of ya family We go to Church every