I Believe
I'm trying to make it to heaven
But the man downstairs is trying to pull me to his side
He shows me visions of money and women
I'm trying to be with GOD when it's time to ride
Being with the Lord, I'll get whatever he thinks I need
And be happy forever
Messing around with the Devil
I'll be locked away sweating in that hot weather
I get on my knees and pray
Lord, in you I believe
Can't wait too late
Cause when I get to the gates
I don't want to have to
Turn around and leave.
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