| Praise God, my brother, forgive me father right now
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| As I’m asking great blessings in favor right now
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| For this man of God, Lord, you know the direction that your taking his life
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| Holy spirit Lord and you have a covering over his life
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| Continue to bless him, Lord, let him know that his best is yet to come
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| And Lord, let him know when the wickedness of his enemies try to destroy him
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| To bring him down, all he has to do is just call on you
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| Now Lord, come bring favor into his life, favor into his music Lord
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| Let him know that his best is yet to come
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| As long as he can continue to put you first
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| Drama, used to be my middle name, with ecstasy
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| Sex and technically set me for a little fame, it gets to me
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| When the people I used to know switch and change, regretfully
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| I’m gonna say I don’t wanna see none of them again, they stressing me
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| When they think cause of my absence I’m playing games
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| When really I just work in strain to let everybody else feel my pain
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| And respectfully I gotta say buzz off you and Tech Nina’s thangs in jeopardy
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| Cause I need angels around me, that’s your claim, but you’ll never be
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| Strange Lane I feel this deep in my veins like Leprosy
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| You attacking my nerves and mess with my brain, it’s vexing me
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| Ain’t a angel inside you distrusting vain is your recipe
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| To complain is necessity, you’re to blame so I reckon we
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| No longer straight that’s why I never came when you beckoned me
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| I need peace in my life, but with you need gangs and weaponry
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| I’m too busy to have these lousy lames come question me
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| Man I really do need more angels blessing me
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| You see we’ve all done our dirt
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| God knows that I have
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| And I know I can’t take that back
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| But I can say today I’m makin' a change
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| I’mma leave the drama in my past
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| So if you tryin' to bring me down
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| Don’t you ever come around
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| I got no space in my life for negative, I said I need
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| I need more angels around me
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| Need somebody to bring me a brighter day
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| Not somebody that when I see 'em comin' I gotta hide away
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| Like these losers leavin' messages ain’t gon' try to say
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| I went Hollywood when I don’t answer so you know I push delete right away
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| I need the drama gone like I’m at my mama home
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| Your persona’s piranha beyond the haters trauma, holmes
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| So if you wanna get on us you get the llama chrome
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| I know that you hear me even though I’m speaking mono tone
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| That’s to the demons who’s callin' leaving me death threats
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| Been a couple of years and my spirit ain’t even left yet
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| Yellin' 'bout when I come to your town I’m liable to get wet
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| Tech said maybe angels but dump you can bet that
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| We don’t need evil seeds making us get dummy
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| Wanna breathe the weight of succeed, get from me
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| Devil breed ain’t no need for we to get chummy
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| Deny your creed and proceed to get money
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| Need sun rays, not a dark cloud
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| That’s why they still lookin' for me like, «Where art thou?»
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| Oh brother, they so cluddered and hearts' foul
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| Ain’t never returned they call and they 'bout to start now
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| Need angel wings, not gargoyles
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| You bring that beef to me get ready to get charbroiled
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| I treated them so nice in the past these people are spoiled
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| Reject them demons and get them all off of our soil
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| And when the smoke clears in your retina
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| Who cleaned it up? |
| You gots to give it up to slegna
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| The black boots and red strings come to bless ya
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| Let’s ya mesh mess and threds bash your ex-o
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| Dus, yes that’s us but my angle
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| Is to break news to these webs that’s so tangled
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| Such a shame, your name remains painful so change your games
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| Cause we were stained but became angels
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| Now, Lord guide and keep him
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| Lord give him strength and favor
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| And Jesus end my prayer, amen
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| My brother I love you, stay encoraged man
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| And just know what God has for you Tech, is for you
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| Can always count on me, alright?
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| Much love from Brother KT |