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(Verse 1) |
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What can I do now that I'm under pressure? |
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Was always taught to give my heart never settle for lesser |
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Although the weight of the world seems like it's on my shoulders |
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Can't break the heart of a soldier but got me getting colder |
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I hear these voices in my head tuggin me persitent |
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Sometimes I think I should pray but feel I'm too distant |
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Or will he listen I heard the Lord don't hear sinners prayer |
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But recognize your time of viitation when it's there |
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No moan can come to the Father unless the spirit draw him |
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Mutilated with the thorns on his head would of been me |
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Seen the nails in his hands should have been me |
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Lord help me cause temptations knockin at my door |
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Started with a little sin then watch it grow |
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I can't contrl it it's too strong now it's controlling me |
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I wish to break away free but it keeps holding me |
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Maybe the kust of the world's the reason for my treason |
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But the plesure of sin lasts only for a season |
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And dear God can you please help me understand |
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How sin could be so wrong yet so fun to man |
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And why didn't you kill Satan when he wasn't true |
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But then again who am I to try and question you, never question God |
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(Chorus) |
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Dear God if you can hear me let's have a little discussion |
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Though they told me as a child never bother you with my question |
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I just need some direction and understanding, tell me what to do |
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You just told me to have faith and never question you |
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(Verse 2) |
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Lord I see the Light tell me am I blinded? |
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Or nothings wrong with my sight you just never shined it |
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Though I don't deserve it Lord tell me can you bless me? |
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And pray my faith don't fail when the devil come to test me |
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Won't let it stress me but the bills late and rents due |
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The same thing last month a nigga went through |
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Don't wanna gang bang or slang 'cain to maintain' |
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Have to have me on the floor repenting for the same thing |
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Every other day it seem impossible to break free |
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And when you come back for your people Lord take me |
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And make me a child of God and all you had to say |
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Was everything is new and old things is passed away |
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Don't question God, but you have not cause you ask not |
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I lost homiez on the street that's in peace casue they blast not |
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When you gonna punish out oppressor? But it's up to You |
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Why do the good die young but who am I to try and question you? |
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(Verse 3) |
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My momma always told me Chille' baby go to church |
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Stop drinking erk & jerk get a job and go to work |
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But I proceeded to sell dope that's just the thang I was into |
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They never knew bout the raids and shoot outs I been through |
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Living lthat G-life a sergeant with G-Stripes |
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Trying to stack mail and avoid jail strikes |
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Neighborhood rocker-fella a walking ready teller |
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Forced to live in the underworld so I could libe my life better |
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No cashmer sweaters khaki's braids and some chucks |
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Come around my hood I'm the forst to hit you up |
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Tell me what would a Gee do? |
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Well you really don't know cuzz you ain't walked in my shoes |
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The county blues got me heel toe toe |
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I know banging was wrong but it was real though |
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Sometimes I lay in my bed and stare at the ceiling |
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I wonder why L.A. got all the killin |
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Wonder why you changed my mind and start revealing |
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And the Spirit's so strong I can't fight the feelins |
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Once again I ask myself what would a Gee do? |
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And the answer was clear I don't have to question You |
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(Chorus) 2x |
