we trace it back to the greats Take it back to the days when faith had a face And not just a mouth when the saints grabbed the grace And I ain't talkin
boys running one of these own things (2) Today you better stop rubbing those tutus like totsies (3) Three days from now we gonna break out on a three
But remember when the curtain tore The enemy began to roar Thinking he had won the fight Not knowing the power of the Light But He rose up in three days
name it seem he forgot to keep jesus the main thang cause bishop ain't raise up after three days uhh he ain't take a case up offerin you his grace uhh
's life on my ceiling. The flies there are sleeping quietly. Twist my right arm in the dark. I would give two or three for one of those days that
seem he forgot to keep jesus the main thang cause bishop ain't raise up after three days uhh he ain't take a case up offerin you his grace uhh but stay
There's life on my ceiling. The flies there are sleeping quietly. Twist my right arm in the dark. I would give two or three for one of those days
trace it back to the greats Take it back to the days when faith had a face And not just a mouth when the saints grabbed the grace And I ain't talkin'
s grace Every soul has to conceed to God's goals Politicians get religious to the star people As the constitution reader says I'm not equal Three fifht