THE HOME GOING FOR COCAINE -- 1993-2005
A LETTER OF OBITUARY
Tick-Tock says the clock, time has ran out. and it's time to put you out.
The fight already begun when God sent his only begotten Son, So begone.
Victory is won, when Jesus was born, He hung on a tree to set me free.
now that I have victory, I can tell my story, how I'll make it to glory.
Jesus has washed and made me clean and a new bell rings.
See you had me in a flurry, and my mind was blurry, but I made it though the fog.
I had to get wet, to water the seeds that help me fall on my knees, healing me from your disease.
No more nightmares, No more dreams
See Jesus, prayed for me, while he was on that tree, shedding his blood on calvery. by his strips I'm made free.
Listen as I tell my story of how you cripple me.
it's not a ryhme, how you made my soul whine.
your out of time, your out of time.
I'm saying goodbye to a lie, To end your existence all I need is resistance.
Now that I have deliverance, recovery, and victory that's the end of you and me.
Now can you all stand with me as I bury this enemy.
As I pray, repeat after me.
My creator, I am now willing that you should have all of me, good and bad. I pray that you now remove from me every single defect of character which stands in the way of my usefulness to you and my fellows. grant me strenght, as I go out from here to do you bidding. Amen
Tick-Tock says the clock, time has ran out. and it's time to put you out.
The fight already begun when God sent his only begotten Son, So begone.
Victory is won, when Jesus was born, He hung on a tree to set me free.
now that I have victory, I can tell my story, how I'll make it to glory.
Jesus has washed and made me clean and a new bell rings.
See you had me in a flurry, and my mind was blurry, but I made it though the fog.
I had to get wet, to water the seeds that help me fall on my knees, healing me from your disease.
No more nightmares, No more dreams
See Jesus, prayed for me, while he was on that tree, shedding his blood on calvery. by his strips I'm made free.
Listen as I tell my story of how you cripple me.
it's not a ryhme, how you made my soul whine.
your out of time, your out of time.
I'm saying goodbye to a lie, To end your existence all I need is resistance.
Now that I have deliverance, recovery, and victory that's the end of you and me.
Now can you all stand with me as I bury this enemy.
As I pray, repeat after me.
My creator, I am now willing that you should have all of me, good and bad. I pray that you now remove from me every single defect of character which stands in the way of my usefulness to you and my fellows. grant me strenght, as I go out from here to do you bidding. Amen
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