When He opens up the books to find that you ain't choose the Lord?BUILD [Hook:] Ain't nothing that we don't read Ain't nothing that He don't see Just
Don't get me wrong everyman has gotta earn his wages Gotta labor and he can't mind breakin' a sweat But at the same time as he grinds man he can't deny
it's your turn So you ain't gotta live all earthly When you can be 13 going on 30 [Hook:] Age ain't nothing but a number Can't judge a book by it's cover
the folks at the clubs can't dance alone Just cause judgment ain't sudden don't mean that it ain't coming So if you plant apple seeds don't plan for
Izzy: Nobody knows the troubles I see. Nobody knows but Jesus. Oh Lord I, I know, I know, I know I need more Da' T.R.U.T.H: Everybody wanna piece of
I said walk wit Jesus walkin in my freedom talkin like a leader everytime da weeks up get back on my feeta laid out on a beach chair its ok to ease up
[Intro:] Soft as the open air As gentle as the common breeze Is the beauty of the crimson rose God has made you to be Planted in the garden of life
know I love Sean's line, seen hot baby phat Won't wear Sean John, won't see that on my lady's back No I ain't gon' blind, won't stare at a ladies back
That's why?we?why That's why?we?why That's why?we [Verse 1:] Big J, big E, big S capital; Big U, big S, big C capital H-R-I-S-T all capitals That figures
(Verse 1) You know how da plot goes, you could tell the difference when da pops home, most of us are not told, often when da pops home, leaves a legacy
my life... didn't come to believe Or would they do a once over read the pages of my life, and once it's over, close the book and say that's not how I
I know I kept the faith And now I see the Christ my King And He is my reward [Verse 2:] No, no, no this ain't home Keep your platinum, keep your gold
[Intro:] I don't do this for fame I don't do this for fame I don't do this for fame I don't do this for the money I don't do this for fame I don't do
(Da? T.R.U.T.H.) He?s in a class by himself, a league of His own He?ll give life to the dead, He?ll breathe on your bones He?s more than a homeboy, He
