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Believer Shut Out The Sun

Though it bleeds Bring the child to me It is time to feed Shut out the sun Embrace your pain And leave your fears with me Shut out the sun Embrace

off!" I should shut my mouth? next thing you know I ain't welcome down south of the border I don't believe in turfs or a section I believe in community

couch (you know) Walk around stickin out my hands, lookin for a handout Only thing I handed out was more bills Only thing pulled me out was my will God

keep rapping Life's a battle, headed for the new sun So many ways to get paid, you got ta choose one Now some of the ways to get paid out is running

me in presence or I went and drop some presents off to ease it to them two little beautiful boys of yours to try to ease their minds a little and dawg you'll never believe

And it's me they wanna kill ?cause I give 'em what the girls like They wanna talk to ya, so shut up and listen! If you can't take the heat, then get the fuck out

I think I'm about to black out I blow your fucking whick out Niggaz who taught they catching me fuck that I'm about to rip out Ripout and then I flip out make them whack niggaz ship out

We never had much money, but we done the best we could Ma doctored me from youngin-hood, with Epson salts and Iodine Made my diapers out of old feed sacks, my 'spenders out

They wanna talk to ya, so SHUT UP AND LISTEN! If you can't take the heat, THEN GET THE F**K OUT THE KITCHEN! Cause a ride or die man for his ride or die