and find heaven, of touching a hand and finding it god's,of breathing new air and finding it celestial, of waking up in glory and finding it home
never traveled more Than two hundred miles from Where he was born and Where he did go he usually walked He never held political office He never wrote a book Never bought a home
a black thing Holding me locked up with brothers be getting oxed up Taking life for granted most of us abandon How I know you not a cruel Beef in the home
this about you They said I had no flow and no show And no dough it was all no go All I heard was no no and woah woah You'll never be nothing man ya need to go home
we'll praise the Lord through out eternity. Verse 2 Today we're getting ready for the final journey, and I'm making plans to live in my new home
a shepherd who's good to everybody in His flock. Chapter 10, verse 11 in the Gospel of John. Yes, the Lord's my shepherd. What could be better? And my home
free Now we got new names and faces This time around Gospel changes, Lord Still goin' down Gospel changes, Lord Still goin' down Still goin' down Still goin' down Gospel
{*gospel singers harmonize in the background*} [The Rock] Mmm... mm mm mm You know the Rock's gonna tell you a little story You ain't gonna believe it
paint and electrical tools while the heathens sit at home, idly they waste away like fools we sit complacent and stagnant and pleased that the building we've made finally
say is? They said I had no flow and no show And no dough it was all no go All I heard was no no and woah woah You'll never be nothing man ya need to go home
Daddy was a preacher in Sledge We were living on Gospel and beans Every Sunday night Deacon Jones Would give a silver dollar to me On the way home my
meridians Some do their drugs to float above the stress and some overdose so they can finally rest Many walk around like they blind to the mishap talk-show gospel
do their drugs to float above the stress and some overdose so they can finally rest Many walk around like they blind to the mishap talk-show gospel,
more It's the closest we can get to Heaven in this lifetime A quiet mind in an energized corpse My homeboy gettin' closer to Christ Studyin' the Gospel
Some do their drugs to float above the stress and some overdose so they can finally rest Many walk around like they blind to the mishap talk-show gospel
thing Holding me locked up With brothers be getting oxed up Taking life for granted Most of us abandon How I know you not a cruel Beef in the home Africans
coming out our esophagus will knock the dust· off a living sarcophagus Dead men walking, talking, hawking in the darkness they be stalking looking for those home
