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Jesus Be The Bomb

I got this friend name Jesus, last name Christ
He died on the cross, so that we all might have life
He died for blacks, whites, all races that’s why when I kick it with him
I kick it with him on a regular basis
There’s something about the name Jesus that’s got me cheesin’
Grinnin’ from ear to ear what he did for me was enough 
But he’s still here constantly blessin’ us, caressin’ us when the devil be stressin’ us out
He calms the storm, he don’t talk about what he gon’ do
He performs my friends got a track record and his word his bond
He heals the sick, he raise the dead
He also fed thousands of people with two fish, and five loaves of bread
Walked on water, shed his blood unconditionally he loved us
If he didn’t, he wouldn’t have duh
It don’t take a scientist to know that everything else is for the birds
But Jesus is fo’ sho
Ya’ll need to get ya’ll some, ‘cause Jesus be the bomb
All our life, we tried to do it our way
But we get left along the highway, we could’ve died
We was promised a lot by the devil, but he lied
Ain’t ya’ll tired, it’s time to give Jesus his
He’s been down for us for years
I got tired of sheddin’ tears of pain, when I could be happy
And all it took was change, we be stubborn set in our ways
Don’t wanna listen, you need to get some Jesus ‘cause that’s what your missin’
I’m glad I got some Jesus before it was to late
Although I sat there waiting on God, to remove them charges brought by the state
Whether he removed them, or let em’ be, I still walk around like I’m free
Free in my mind, free in spirit, you can run but you can’t hide
And while ya’ll runnin’, ya’ll need to get ya’ll some
‘Cause Jesus be the bomb


This Jesus I got, you ain’t got to wait in line 
All you got to do is scream Jesus, and he gon’ get at ya dawg
He might not come when you call, but he gon’ handle it all
Problems great or small, he ain’t the type to leave you when you got your back against the 
wall
He gon’ ride to the bitter end, that’s what you call a real friend
So if ya’ll got something negative, to say about my friend hold your tongue
Cause I know for a fact, that my friend Jesus be the bomb



© Clyde Phillips 11/04/2009
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