Lyrics

I bow my head ain't feeling dead pray to the Lord and he give me talkback and I ain't no dog no more in the sack patty wack come give me a nik nac we walking at home with the father who in the clouds in you couldn't see my tracks black skin and some more tattoo's who seeing deeper you get that syntax

It's Jesus on earth In the Flesh and its the heart of God in his perfect images i live in a Holy man's land and his promise this ain't my pilgrimage it's beloved and the seed of David enemy couldn't see the lineage wont bow to the gold its a evil king gotta check yo visage they expediting on CNN draw lines all over the scrimmage and all the children to the Word of God raisin up gotta bless the village and its a village to raise the children not all the noble many the mighty but in Jesus I'm one in a million call me to rest so my soul is chilling I said ok to the word of God so to catch me I'm Bruce willing dying hard and it ain't bizarre he seeing me doin it gotta get me living no cap I'm coming through the celling what a world what a cataclysm putting Jesus right back in the system he eternal it's the Word of wisdom

I bow my head ain't feeling dead pray to the Lord and he give me talkback and I ain't no dog no more in the sack patty whack come give me a nik nac we walking at home with the father who in the clouds in you couldn't see my tracks black skin and some more tattoo's who seeing deeper you get that syntax


Jesus He gettin the earth in heat and that's all dat the serpent see a lake of fire but for us the blood is red like burgundy ugh I had it occur to me God gave his son notice the courtesy no evil deterring me I'm praying instead it stirring me if you leave it to burnin me he wit me right back in the infirmary and if I had ashes for actors they put out the perjury the elements melt in the flame Schooling you get the first degree ugh its the fisher of man it's the Gospel he starting my odyssey you wanna Minaj but I follow God and it's my honesty i live in the Lord my honoree on the rock I get Emm like Conroy while he pickin my fruit I'm one of the chosen so fresh I'm out the lottery its young money it's kingdom economy the Word of God it's right in my armory its in the body of Jesus you free us so I gotta restudy astronomy my brother's they playing Monopoly seeing God all in me an anomaly the Kodak be flashing photography and Jesus be moving my gravity for some people the rapture a tragedy but God all in me and i live in reality