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Church It Doesn T Change

of fear Shrug your shoulders and they disappear Take this gift and let it grow Let it be all the hope you know It doesn't change

Yeah, you know what it is Aiyyo, back on the scene, ain't nuthin' changed Still doin' wild things, whippin' somethin' mean The whole shorts in the Rolls

a brother once He drowned in a bathtub Before he had ever learned How to talk And I don't know what his name was But my mother does I heard her say it

place we believe is better So why be sad, why be mad Now you can see it ain't about the cheddar It's all about the time that we spend together Not the

I?m makin' 'bout a half a mile a day The road to Heaven doesn?t have a rapid transit plan It's one way with no changes goin' to the promised land But

matter what i say it's all a fucking waste of time it's getting nothing done i can yellscream and small all i want but it doesn't fucking matter i'm

tha way tha plan Instead, I can't stand it feel I'm gonna self destruct But I don't wanna go to hell Vixin' tha body does it tell 'n explicit For more

the will of the design. Ten thousand Demons hammer down with every footstep, Ten thousand Angels rush the wind against my back. The church of mine may not be recognised by steeple, That doesn't

'm tired of life and death being sold as a pair And politicians who keep saying they care but Maybe hoping for a change is a dream Maybe life ain't as bad as it