| Calling all sinners come home
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| Calling all sinners come home
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| I’ve been ducking phone calls from the pastor
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| Fighting all my demons and my karma
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| All my brothers smoking like they’re Rastas
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| Temptation calling I ain’t tryna answer
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| I’ve been ducking phone calls from the pastor
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| Fighting all my demons and my karma
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| All my brothers smoking like they’re Rastas
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| Temptation calling I ain’t tryna answer
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| Always knew my wait would be longer
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| Cause I’m stronger, I don’t need the witch doctor
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| No weapon formed against me shall prosper
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| I’ve got God as my sponsor
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| But I still got the devil on my back though
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| Come like he ain’t let a man go
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| I know my nan prays for me everyday but I’ll still leave my yard with a rambo
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| Should’ve never spoken to the old men (?) DMX in my headphones and I’m rolling
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| Same day my BMX got stolen, DMX had a song called Damon
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| Never knew what it meant till I was older
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| Now I’ve got the devil on my shoulder, oh my God
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| Before I pass away I want a word with pastor Mase
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| I want to know what Snoop Dogg meant on murder was the case
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| I want to know why there’s subliminals in love videos (?)
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| I want to know why everytime somebody busses they lose someone that’s close to
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| them
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| I want to know what happened to Michael, what happened to Prince,
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| them man was my idols
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| Could it happen to me, what happened to Pac, what happened to Big?
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| The list goes on, same sound in the devil’s playground
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| There ain’t no way out when this shit goes wrong
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| Since '04 I could’ve sold my soul for, anything you wanna go for,
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| but there’s things I don’t want
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| I’ve been ducking phone calls from the pastor
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| Fighting all my demons and my karma
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| All my brothers smoking like they’re Rastas
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| Temptation calling I ain’t tryna answer
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| I’ve been ducking phone calls from the pastor
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| Fighting all my demons and my karma
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| All my brothers smoking like they’re Rastas
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| Temptation calling I ain’t tryna answer
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| Fighting my demons
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| Crucifix on my rear view mirror, riding with Jesus
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| Lord forgive me I’m a sinner, every time I right a grime lyric
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| It’s an eye for an eye lyric, God forgive me if I say another crime lyric
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| Is this what they want from me? |
| Does it come with a cost at least?
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| Have I lost my way? |
| Have I lost belief?
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| Did I forget what I saw when I crossed the sea?
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| What’s the point of a cross if the one on the cross is cross with me?
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| Honestly, I’ve been crucified for my honesty
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| I can ruin lives with my prophesy
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| Do or die and I’m on it G
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| Who am I? |
| I’m possibly, one of few in grime that’s God’s property
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| Try and steal my soul, you’ll lose your life for that robbery
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| Softly and tenderly, Jesus is calling
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| Calling for you and for me
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| See from his hands, his waiting and watching
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| Watching for you and for me
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| Calling for you and for me
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| Calling all sinners come home |