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By The Tree Jesus Is My Everything

with the things I say and do Every hour of every day (Everywhere I go) And every step along the way (Yeah) I want the world to see Jesus is my everything

be burned, it is poison Physicians prescriptin' us medicine which is poison Doctors injectin' our infants with the poison Religion misoverstood is poison Niggaz up in my

door mats. I'm looking good right now, I gotta wear more hats. new is my beginning and used is my life, few are my winnings, abused is my wife.

my skull that hides behind my hair and skin, I see the selfsame skull of my father, and beyond the skull of my father, the skull of my grandfather, and the skull of my

. Spirit of truth, my eyes deceive me, Teach me how to see, Ears cannot hear, my mouth is too dry to speak. You have searched me, you, you know me, there is

known by heart Unable to reach any of it There is no sadness There is no bliss It is a forgotten memory A memorable escape route that only is found

niggaz 'Cause next to Jesus on the cross was the crook niggaz But he forgive us Day by day, by day I sit back and pray My thugs get packed away in a

is just hang me from the nearest tree Cause it?s midnight in San Francisco and I?m waiting here for Jesus on my knees In August and everything after

toasters, Every nigga screaming war, they is not soldiers, selling crack in the hood with my [Cali Niggas] Look, I'm shitting on everything moving, this on my