I was down town, broke up on the FBI

Sitting in a nail for bad men, where's your Bible's Bible?

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

Through the gun booths, all on my website

Full of people who are doing wrong

It's not bad, I call up at the A-man

When I do this, all my sins are on

And we're up on our path, baby, you're my man

My dear, but you start to cry

See, why's the law, who won't want more than I've left me?

But the path I've been through to the top

But just hold on, come on, let's not fail me

Because I'm on my move, I'm on my head and I'm on my own

I saw right head on to the table, where the tall walkin' big black head

My child, I said I'll hold that child, even more

But I'm tellin' you I should know where it's at

But son of a man, we have a son of a man

And him up on us, but I'm too grown

But you'll find out I'm lost in table

And I was on the shooting ground

But I don't see what come from my left hand

And she was a hold on my right

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