10 commandments
We all have dreams, though most seem to never prosper
We all are sinners, nothing can save this gospel
The pigs we gobble, the devil we follow, the poisons we swallow, all lead to evil bethrothals
The heat is definitely heavy with a few seeds in the belly
Don't let this on turn out to be a beast, let him know that home is not the streets
Blowin o's don't give you no peace, the sky is a limit you can reach and Jesus is more than a piece
Oh Lord, these words I preach so real, the smoke I breath I shall not inhale
My enemies are forgotten, I shall not kill, these men I conquer, I don't share my will
But still, we all have our days
Cotton mouth now, I'm back to my ways
Seems like my vices will forever stay
Sweet almighty Lord get out of my way, come back when unbearable is the pain
When the candy is gone I love to taste, when I stop running this fatal race
When all aspects turn to shame, and the only word left is hate
Then you can bless us with your amazing grace
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