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Yeah.. it's all you mane It's all you Father You know I'm sayin Like my homeboy RMB said mane We gotta make a covenant with our eyes you feel me? Just make sure you focused on the right thing though, you know [Sevin] Yeah, Dear Father I’m so close to the edge My heart’s broken… hopes torn to shreds Bottle full of Vodka, throat full of meds When I land on the chopper... ghosts in my head I’m tryin to pay the price can you change the fee? I always thought I had game but he was gamin' me Dear Lord, you gotta form a change in me Cause your will is so far from what I’ve came to be Every villain that I hang with’s feelin' the same anguish We lost in the rain Lord it ain’t just me It’s a dichotomy they say that I’m a leader so they follow me I’m hollow all I follow is the liters that I’m swallowin' Jesus if I’m heated when I’m speakin' please pardon me I can’t relate to these people and hypocrisy so Make haste and please keep me in your property Cause… The snakes hate, they can’t keep up with a prodigy They’re spiritually committing sodomy in bottom feed Plottin' to slaughter me but all they gon’ do is martyr me, mane They actors they can’t even do stunts You punks, ain’t no fruit punch in my arteries A part of me’s sweet, this a new era This is not a repeat You could fill a few derricks with the water we weep It’s a marriage when… God and me meet Till they lay every part of me deep I’m thankful for compassion, I feel it, it’s been with me Up to bat and if it’s crackin' I’m stealin' like Ken Griffey Mama I’m tryin to be a refined diamond So it’s only right that I sell a million in ten cities Let’s be remembered for the good we’ve done Life is more than the cheddar and the hood we from Cause His love was measured on the wood he hung Day to day we see pleasure like a good rerun It’s… time to praise him like it should be done You might not change the world but you could teach one And I know without you what I would become Once again these deaf niggas understood me none, Yup Chorus: There’s no reason without – you My life has no meaning without – you I’d be fiendin' without – you So I’m never leavin' without – you [Sevin] You guessed it… I’m tormented and sick My whole life I’ve been getting the short end of the stick Makes me wanna hit ‘em with a venomous prick Put out their fire and then rip out the end of the wick I could… ring out the bloods like feminine drip Keep it YD official, blend ‘em in the the crips There’s no surrender dog even when the generals hit We out ya gate, ya’ll shaped like the end of a brick Boy I’ve been in the pit where it’s sick but the Lord has seen us Divine order time is shorter than the boy Zaccheus Our Lord is Jesus, we don’t need a court to free us Niggas fake man that’s why we don’t support the leaders They don’t support us neither They’d let us starve before they’d feed us Spend money playin' God, tryin ta calm the fetus (anti-Christ) The answer’s in the book, we need some different readers It stack but it don’t cook we need some different heaters It amps but it won’t umph, we need some different speakers …Believers keep your eyes on Jesus If you’re down with it, let all of creation abound in it From Sac to my folks down in the Bay town on Seacrest Every man in Christ is reborn creatures We just tryin to live right, who gon’ teach us? Every man in Christ is reborn creatures If we just tryin to live right then go on, teach us Chorus: There’s no reason without – you My life has no meaning without – you I’d be fiendin' without – you So I’m never leavin' without – you [Minister RMB] So gangsta Yet so elegant Might see me mob smob mobbin' in my element We keep it crackin' on these Cali streets Sittin' on some 20's bangin Jesus with the Dali heat Don't be pimped For sure I had to bring it Ghetto gospel has arrived in Sactown we got it slangin' uh I hang with folks who drink 40's and smoke ganja And for me I'm high on Christ sip sippin' on that Jamba We mo' refreshin than them beverages You dealin' with Sevin and the west coast evangelist Come against the spirits of porn, lust, sex and thizz Anti religious but we still handle our Father's 'biz Too many buttercup emcees don't wanna hit on issues They smile to your face but Judas, they still might kiss you They run they mouth cuz in reality they jealous haters So I stay focused on Christ the chosen one and real oasis