' in this town, they can be so fine Reach out your hand to your brother Reach out your hand to your sister Reach out your hand to your brother Reach
your 2nd LP sends you directly to jail C'mon relax guys i like gay men right ken gimmie an amen [aaaaaamen] please lod this boy needs jesus heal this
force you into strategical retreat Because I dominate guerrilla warfare in the streets There ain't no way to picture me without a victory speech When I reach
A silver plated numbing gum And Jesus resting on my thumb A hard to reach malaria I've got the mood that seems to scare ya. I'm paranoid, self destroyed
'm up on the land, pissed Now you moving more prestigious, me, hitting this reefer I know it's real, guess I slept with the Black Jesus I've gone through
Workin' with Dr. Dre was a dream I had visions of makin' a classic, then my world turned black Like I was starin' out of Stevie Wonders glasses It's kinda hard
care My best friend had to tell me What I could never see What that woman did the best Was run around on me I had to learn the hard way That all in
family, friends and his health Jimmy and Jesus sure did have a lot in common Both born in December in a town with the same name Jimmy and Jesus worked hard
eva stop We love Jesus from the bottom of our hearts to the top Pumpin? God?s blood through our veins Handcuffed to Jesus Christ and feet shackled in
JESUS! Sacred and ancient her images of what he was enshrined upon her bedroom wall A picture of beauty and perfection Halo vividly backing a man of such
It's hard to stand on shifting sand It's hard to shine in the shadows of the night You can't be free if you don't reach for help And you can't love if
It's hard to stand on shifting sand It's hard to shine in the shadows of the night You can't be free if you don't reach for help You cant love if you
through my raps God is watchin me I still reach to my strap Broads is watchin me they wanna leech to my trap Tha Jesus Christ on my neck reach to my
my own CD We used to do the dance we called wobie-wobie Now S.T.P. 1993, so Hollywood get out my way My mom's words seems like yesterday, "Love Jesus
Embedded in your chest: the soul watches TV And gorges itself on blood and popcorn Now that's what I call decay decline and hard times Hard times, very hard times, Mr. Lindsay, Hard
kill, never had to rob Always had a job The industry's hard, full of frauds But I never pulled a card on the boulevard I just work hard Ask a vet about
Dust of the rivers does murmur and weep Hard and sharp laughter that cuts to the bone Ah, but every face within your face does show Going gladly now to
Broads is panick cause Black Jesus is track divas And packin fiend it's just like heaters, causin panick Although I'm organic, my rap reaches to where