| Lotta mercy
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| Guess that I ain’t worthy
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| I been sending prayers
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| But they ain’t never heard me
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| I could be your saviour
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| Listen to my sermon
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| Pass it round the plate for the service
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| Saying lotta mercy
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| Guessing I ain’t worthy
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| I been sending prayers
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| But they ain’t never heard me
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| I could be your saviour
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| But nothing isn’t certain
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| You gotta look inside for your purpose
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| Saying lotta mercy
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| Uh
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| Demons on the street corner
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| I be getting blessed
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| In this holy water
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| Before I take a step outside
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| Ride with me til the death
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| We can get so high
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| That we floating with the angels
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| Man them girls so fly
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| They can drown you in their tears
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| For this world on fire
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| Had to find my inner spirit so I could inspire
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| Dying for a lie
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| I could really see it how it is
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| That you hear it in these lyrics that I’m feeding to the kids
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| Out late night
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| Guilty of original sins
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| Stuck Judas with the steel
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| Cos I’m in it to win
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| Lord’s creation
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| Live on your radio stations
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| We rise to the heavens but it started in the basement
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| Lotta mercy
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| Guess that I ain’t worthy |
| I been sending prayers
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| But they ain’t never heard me
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| I could be your saviour
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| Listen to my sermon
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| Pass it round the plate for the service
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| Saying lotta mercy
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| Guessing I ain’t worthy
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| I been sending prayers
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| But they ain’t never heard me
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| I could be your saviour
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| But nothing isn’t certain
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| You gotta look inside for your purpose
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| Saying lotta mercy
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| Yo, let me tell you what it really is
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| Supreme lyricist
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| Breaking my religion
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| Not listening to Leviticus
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| I never read the bible
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| But every line I write
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| They idolise me like an idol
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| Forming more disciples
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| John the Baptist of this rap shit
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| Smash shit
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| Feed the masses with baguettes and a bag of fish
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| Ghetto activist
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| The streets is my tabernacle
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| Peace to Eve
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| Trying to eat
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| Off an Adam’s apple
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| And there are snakes in the trees
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| I can see them rattle
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| My sixteen’s pristine Sistine Chapel
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| Like Michelangelo
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| Pointing to the ceiling
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| I’m trying to get my heathen
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| Something to believe in
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| Kidnap the Pope
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| Hang him by his arms
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| Spit harder
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| Stigmata
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| Hit a nail through his heart |
| Say a prayer «???»
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| For another troubled life
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| Getting buck off the blood of Christ
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| Ain’t nothing nice
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| Lotta mercy
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| Guess that I ain’t worthy
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| I been sending prayers
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| But they ain’t never heard me
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| I could be your saviour
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| Listen to my sermon
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| Pass it round the plate for the service
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| Saying lotta mercy
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| Guessing I ain’t worthy
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| I been sending prayers
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| But they ain’t never heard me
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| I could be your saviour
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| But nothing isn’t certain
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| You gotta look inside for your purpose
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| Saying lotta mercy
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| Who is the G O D?
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| Is it you?
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| Or me?
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| Or the wind in the trees?
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| Or old Steve who lives in the street
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| That you walk past every day
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| As he asks you for change
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| He’s broken free
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| Or rich and a slave
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| To holy sinners
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| Begging to be saved
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| What a game
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| What a strange picture to paint
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| Bow down and confess
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| No answer ever came
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| No mercy |