with the things I say and do Every hour of every day (Everywhere I go) And every step along the way (Yeah) I want the world to see Jesus is my everything
with the things I say and do Chorus: Every hour of every day (Everywhere I go) And every step along the way (Yeah) I want the world to see Jesus is my everything
be burned, it is poison Physicians prescriptin' us medicine which is poison Doctors injectin' our infants with the poison Religion misoverstood is poison Niggaz up in my
I know I must keep travelin' till my road comes to an end I'm out here on my journey, trying to make the most of it I'm a puzzle, I must figure out where all my
like a deity What a day, one day and your Jesus really died for me I guess Jesus really tried for me Bodies in the Bodhi Tree, bodies making chemistry Bodies on my
everybody off is the motto And I be the only chopper that's tossed in the brothel You said it's pathetic, my head is off in the taco I sped and you bled
a quilt I'm waiting on this fat Red Suit wearing-comparing My gifts to my homeboy next door to me A gift here, none there, but who cares My little sister
to Busta Rhymes, diffrence is there calling me besta (AHHHHH!) My season is devil people receiving me They party to my words but I don't think the motha fuckas is
everything in the whole wide world And I remember on the Christmas Eve night I took 'em upon my lap And I told them the story of Jesus And the Santa
is The priceless timeless sacrifice who's life is the reason why my life is Who's body hung lifeless but today is the reason why mine lives Who he is is
door mats. I'm looking good right now, I gotta wear more hats. new is my beginning and used is my life, few are my winnings, abused is my wife.
) Jus Allah I have lived a century Ive tapped into my 6th sensery I am a potential enemy My entire inner chemistry, every inch of me, is divinity Unequivically
my skull that hides behind my hair and skin, I see the selfsame skull of my father, and beyond the skull of my father, the skull of my grandfather, and the skull of my
. What is it that we sing then? Our love of life is total, everything we do is an expression of that, Everything that we write is a love song. * We
spittle Rubs his eyes with it and then the man could see just fine 'Cause he left everything to Jesus Christ in John 9 Hey, you know this song is strange
you, right is wrong, wrong is right. Up is down. Teaches King Arthur's throne, is the planets that are round Ras Kass: Can we really time travel, and is
Peep it, yo, yo) [Chino XL] Multiplicty, out huntin my clones Rap's turnin out more sweet proteges than Quincy Jones My style pendergrass shoes: never touched the ground My
you know you got extra hoes And everything you do is extra cold From the Polo fleece to the Jesus piece I got family in high places like Jesus niece Can I please, say my
