Who dat be / call me One*god
/
check out my thug fizzle...
I'm West coast'in / in the Dirty-dirty /
I'm 7-30...
In New York / I'm like a snow flury /
this be a true story...
On the East coast I'm spit'in out blizzards
/
I'm fridget / with a wind chill that
make your eyes blury.
By. Pappythewriter.
I do believe that one day I will be free /
freed from the chains that mentally confine
me.
Only then will I be able to see /
see through the blindfold that keeps me emotionally
blind.
Who can remove the gag /
a gag that has spiritually silenced me.
And who holds the key /
the key to unlock the cell where my
soul is incarcerated.
Emancipate my heart and restore my life /
please free me /
free me now my Lord Jesus Christ.
By. Pappythewriter.
