They cant break me or shake me They too fake to come kill me Think they faith is with Satan They mistake me Im filthy Rich off the ghetto medleys, so now they wanna dare me Its gonna be a murder confront me, the burners are empty Middle Passage I made it Im from the land of David The Nazarene of Bethlehem they had me wrapped in blankets Ya bunch of backward gangsters Yall signin affidavits Snitches with smiling faces, got you blowin trial, I hate this Hopin my child can see through this tryna be a good daddy I was there when she was born and shell be there when Im buried Kind of weird and its scary All my years have prepared me What I fear is my temper, I see clear to the center Right through a mans soul Straight through his eyes, straight to his heart Im still alive how did I make it this far Cause I been high I been low, searchin for a way to go Every single night I pray And Lord Im on this battleground, lost just waitin to be found I guess its just a warriors way
Posted on: Sat, 13 Dec 2014 18:08:14 +0000
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