I used to be the one who would long to hear Your voice A child who sought to win his Father's heart But as I carried on, life's got a hold on me Now here
Here I am with nothing left to say How can I even speak? All my dreams life scattered Like ashes beneath my feet Can you see the pain behind the smiles
Some can write a sonnet to describe in silvery words The rising and the setting of the sun Some can paint a picture in shades of vibrant color It almost
Don't cry for me No, I've never been the one to shoulder the weight of the world 'Cause I believe This is here and it's now but it's not my home There
I can hear You calling In a whisper You say so much In a dream I'm falling But I awaken within Your love And I find You waiting I find You, arms stretching
Some say it's rules and regulations And trying to always be right No room for mistakes in the choices we make For only the strong survive But it's not
Now is the season for healing Deeply we need to see God's mercy revealing Where we have fallen from His way For we know he gives hope to the humble Gives
Don't believe the mirror Cause mirrors sometimes lie If you wanna see the way you look to me look into my eyes you are beautiful to me from without and
When it's snowing in December That's when I remember how it used to be I could smell my mama's cooking While Dad was outside looking for a Christmas tree
Yesterday the rains came down, there was darkness all around They told me you had gone to find a new life But you left no word of where you'd gone, I
Meet me under the the mistletoe Midnight Christmas Eve Your sweet kiss is the first gift I'd like to receive The presents that we bought Will have to
We talk as neighbors by the fence The seasons come and go We've grown a little closer Now that we both live alone But we only find the time to chat In
Yo,Yo Bleek man, what the fuck, Nigga Fuck them hoes, man Fuck them bitches, what I like? Uh, uh,uh, uh what, what? I bet y'all think this some love song
Yo, who the fuck is this? It's like 3:30 Yo, get the phone, bitch You get the phone Get the phone You get the phone Get the God-damn phone Alright, damn
I heard a rumor in the street, muthafucka was gifted Up and comin' nigga might need to get with One cat from BK, put him on your hit list Sauce Money,
MC rhymin? Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh MC, MC, ARYC Uhh, uh MC rhymin?, chart climbin? with the baguettes, Roley shinin? We smokin? the best trees, I bet some
Y'all motherfuckers want me to stop? Oh, I'll stop, motherfucker but you gotta do something for me, say Unkle (Say Unkle) Better hurry up (Hurry up) You
It don't get no better than this Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh BK muthafucka It's a shame but a lot been change since we came up I used to run with them, now