| I told them brothers that His standard’s too high
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| I ain’t stutter but they wonder how I plan on getting by
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| I just tell them I ain’t got no worries, ain’t worried bout a thing
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| I ain’t got no worries, ain’t worried bout a thing
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| Yeah I’m focused on the prize, my homies by my side
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| We bumpin Sho Baraka while we rolling in the ride
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| We got the windows open, hoping they can hear the cries
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| But no fear is in our sight, man you can focus on my eyes
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| Ain’t worried bout a thing, we got hope you can’t describe
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| It ain’t because we perfect, we got motives that should die
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| Let’s be open, we broken, we ain’t posing in disguise
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| Our hearts is cold and fallen like some snow up in the skies
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| If you know me then you know, I ain’t got a clean past
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| I had idols in my heart hoping for that green cash
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| Instead of chasing treasure, I would chase obscene trash
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| Deserve the see wrath, but He switched the scene fast
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| (Hold up) I can’t find a way get this out in words
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| Other than to say that I don’t get what I deserve
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| I’m so filthy but seen as not guilty
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| I’m obscene but I’m seen like I’m clean, what it mean?
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| You might have seen us on the block, or seen us in the stores
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| A clique of us who chilling, not the cleanest with the clothes
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| Not the hottest with the cars, or the meanest with the flows
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| But we smiling like we styling, cause He freed us from His blows
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| The Father hates sin, and that’s the thing that we had chose
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| And yeah that caused a problem, it’s the King that we opposed
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| We worked against Him daily, which brought us to be his foes
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| It was a wrap, unless we found a way to clean us like some clothes
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| Many of us tried but we failed on a daily
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| Falling short was crazy, we thought that we could be better
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| But then I saw that my efforts couldn’t save me
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| Because of all my dark nights minus Heath Ledger
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| But I heard of a way to be acquitted of my crimes
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| Entered a new era that’s been fitted on our mind
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| So our thinkings really changed, we linking with a chain
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| We don’t get what we deserve, it’s really strange
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| So when this life is over, no Hell we tell them hold up
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| No burdens on our backs we brush the dirt off of our shoulders
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| Look I know what we saying sounds backwards like we Yoda
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| But I praise Him for the Gospel and the fact we got exposure
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| We ain’t staggering we walk the straight and narrow cause we sober
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| We press into the Kingdom by the power of Jehovah
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| And again, I can’t find a way to get this out in rhymes
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| Other than to say the Lord our God has paid the fines |