7g Mic
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" 7g mic"
Brown dirt on my head now
Soul done left this earth now
I guess I'm blessed and I don't deserve to be walking around its just a circus here
Well I keep my focus here.
I hope I get to speak with her
Maybe I will see her, maybe I will never see her its all the same to me.
I could never believe in more than what I lived in
I got treasure that's buried in heaven.
Where my heart is that's where my treasure is
God please make me a better man
I'm pouring out my soul and I'm trying to do better man every time I think about the letter
Man. that they 'll be sending me if I don't make it to
Hill County for the child support court.
They will find me,they will put my ass in jail just to remind me
They got the power Satan is behind them
They say we are under God but I can't find him and the legislature and the senators
All they do is try do is be my mentor.
And the president he's nothing but and excuse to Mr
Yeah he's black but he never used to be
When he was a kid he played with the white kids grew up
And thought he was still white still why do you think I'm white still
Why do you think I still fight still even when this Life is right still
And I'm waking up and walking on water, believing in more than just my daughter
Turning another mountain into a molehill
Copyright © Timothy Jacks | Year Posted 2014
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