| I loved you first and loved them next
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| I paid my dues I ain’t got no debts Lord I
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| I’m ready to come home (ready to come home)
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| I done preached your Word through the blood and tears
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| And I still believe after all these years Lord I
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| I’m ready to come home (ready to come home)
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| Now I lay me down to sleep
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| Purple flag folded deep
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| Pray the Lord my soul to keep
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| Yeshua they know the sheep
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| I dedicate this to the Mob
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| My family and my neighborhood
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| Elevated by the hand of God
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| Now I’m standing right where my hater stood
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| It wasn’t effortless but yes, success is feeling much better
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| Than anybody was saying it would
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| For I hang with the fake in the church
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| Do my thing in the dirt
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| My nigga I’ll stay in the hood it ain’t nothing
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| Reborn, reformed
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| And ready to handle whatever the business is
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| Strolling through where this sicknesses is
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| With a multitude of his witnesses so lets go
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| Used to bang for the blood game touched cane
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| Did a couple of things in the drug game
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| Thugs reign in the land where the slugs bang
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| Things change now I’m stained by the blood man
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| No regrets no apologies it doesn’t bother me
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| Because I been forgiven my nigga
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| I don’t play that man I’m saved
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| So I can’t hang where the graves at I’m living my nigga
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| Yea, running toward the mark of the high call
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| With a full clip and I’m gunning to the sky fall
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| I’m a sing his name until I die y’all
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| You going to see the flame in my eyeball?
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| Now I lay me down to sleep
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| Purple flag folded deep
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| Pray the Lord my soul to keep
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| Yeshua they know the sheep
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| Dear Lord I sick of all the dishonest practices taught us
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| Wicked hearts submitted to darkness cause pain
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| Like sniffing sawdust
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| But it’s a trip you saw this
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| Never thought I’d ever witness who God is
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| Now my only aim is to gain the fame that’s going to come
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| When my name is on the list of martyrs
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| To die is gain man but to live is Christ
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| The cross cost and I’m with the price I give my life
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| Pray to the Lord, face to the floor, and let the healer wash ya
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| No fear when Jesus gotcha bury me a mobster
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| Now I lay me down to sleep
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| Purple flag forty deep
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| Pray the Lord my soul to keep
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| Yeshua they know the sheep
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| For to me to live is Christ, and to die is gain. |
| If I am to live in the flesh,
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| that means fruitful labor for me. |
| Yet which I shall choose I cannot tell.
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| I am hard pressed between the two. |
| My desire is to depart and be with Christ,
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| for that is far better. |
| But to remain in the flesh is more necessary on your
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| account. |
| Convinced of this, I know that I will remain and continue with you all,
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| for your progress and joy in the faith, so that in me you may have ample cause
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| to glory in Christ Jesus, because of my coming to you again. |
| Only let your
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| manner of life be worthy of the gospel of Christ, so that whether I come and
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| see you or am absent, I may hear of you that you are standing firm in one
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| spirit, with one mind striving side by side for the faith of the gospel,
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| and not frightened in anything by your opponents. |
| This is a clear sign to them
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| of their destruction, but of your salvation, and that from God. |
| For it has been
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| granted to you that for the sake of Christ you should not only believe in him
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| but also suffer for his sake |