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Smith/Bernard
Smith/Bernard
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Shouts to the father for blessing me Know that the Devil is testing me Trust that your eyes see the best in me Man I'm just feeling so heavenly Gotta keep doing it proper No weapon formed shall prosper Cuz I got faith in my poppa My guru, my savior, my doctor Shouts to the father for blessing me Know that the Devil is testing me Trust that your eyes see the best in me Man I'm just feeling so heavenly Gotta keep doing it proper No weapon formed shall prosper Cuz I got faith in my poppa My guru, my savior, my doctor Can I get a round of applause For the man upstairs Put ya hands up, cheers Smile those smiles, shed those tears Live every day like it's new years Fresh start new beginning Look pass all the sinning Feeling like Millszy, I'm winning I'm winning Just cooling and chilling and making these changes Might look a lil dangerous But you gotta walk the edge on faith if you wanna see the end of the ranges To as far as the eye can see But by far only God can see The location that I will be At the end of this oddessey Living in luxury, not living in lottery Praying away all the anger that's guiding me Ego too big, gotta humble the pride in me Simba, Mufasa, the king that I strive to be Forgiving the ppl that lied to me Embracing the ones that confide in me Spreading the love in the eyes of He And if they ask, it's the God in me Felt all the pain as it died in me Called on the rain like the rising sea Feed all the seeds you provided me Plants from the earth to the pottery Reap what you sow when you got a tree Fruits of your labor and honesty Pass on the knowledge and how to be Can't get the honey without the bee Father God, thank you for our daily bread And the clothes that's on our back, and the roof over our head Give us strength, in your name we will attest Everyday I'm thanking God that forever we'll be blessed Father God, thank you for our daily bread And the clothes that's on our back, and the roof over our head Give us strength, in your name we will attest Everyday I'm thanking God that forever we'll be blessed Embrace the relationship Learn to love the creator And watch him just fill in those grooves and those craters That you couldn't fill because you never made the shift No cutoff of age to this Take ya blessing from womb to tomb Pass the lesson from room to room Kid to kid and from goon to goon May the church say amen God is good, better say when Feel the presence like a safe wind Soft hand on the face skin Momma got close right before she passed Prayed everyday till it was her last Made it thru things, he forgave her past But ran out of sand in the hourglass Brooklyn kid, came from the streets A piece of Jesus was the Jesus piece Please the Lord you gotta feed the sheep Tame the hunger, gotta feed the beast Dodge the slaughter, gotta cut the lying Blade to blade when it comes to iron Sharpen up, gotta smarten up Find joy in living, stop slowly dying Make sure to make the best of timing Put ya time in, take ya time and Watch you get to the gold and diamonds Not every conversations ones to chime in Sometimes we can't see the silver lining Might sound crazy but it feels defying So exciting, so defining Oh my God, oh my God Father God, thank you for our daily bread And the clothes that's on our back, and the roof over our head Give us strength, in your name we will attest Everyday I'm thanking God that forever we'll be blessed Father God, thank you for our daily bread And the clothes that's on our back, and the roof over our head Give us strength, in your name we will attest Everyday I'm thanking God that forever we'll be blessed Shouts to the father for blessing me Know that the Devil is testing me Trust that your eyes see the best in me Man I'm just feeling so heavenly Gotta keep doing it proper No weapon formed shall prosper Cuz I got faith in my poppa My guru, my savior, my doctor Shouts to the father for blessing me Know that the Devil is testing me Trust that your eyes see the best in me Man I'm just feeling so heavenly Gotta keep doing it proper No weapon formed shall prosper Cuz I got faith in my poppa My guru, my savior, my doctor
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