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CHORUS:
Ive been thinking bout this so long wheres my home where to go I dont know now howcome all that I do go wronge constant thunderstorms *The struggle of life, who can bare it all the ups n downs and constant rapid changes still one breathing fighting head high but barely over the surface though in the end I know I will survive* Now as I remeniss n think about time past in my life, from beginning till today many mistakes soon takin a man to his grave im gettin tiered of strives I want some rest n peace my final rest in peace when all be settled at ease nomore old breeze to my soul im gettin ready to leave everything behind me im dying may my last thoughts direct n guide yo thoughts heavenward to di only true God above us all now WORD BE BORN He gave yo life sometimes I think to often we forget about contemplate why, we alive today n neglect to cry to God we too proud to humble ourselves CHORUS Ive been thinking bout this so long wheres my home where to go I dont know now howcome all that I do go wronge constant thunderstorms Ive been thinking bout this so long wheres the road got no flow heavy load now everything that I do go wronge constant thunder storms So many wicked ways Ive embrased meditate 'pon em days Ive past lookin back on all di piles of ash all my, wicked acts n now all I have left is tears n pain remorse no fear but shame whom to blame when I myself have been diggin this grave n now, only Jesus could save only He could forgive all the sins Ive commit I admit Im weak n I need Him Im bleeding n swimmin with sharks all lost lockin to the cross try to frost off in the heat of His love reflect in the law of God He's all perfect soul searching losty souls to convert then converse with, lemme reherse it He's all perfect soul searching lost souls to convert then converse with perfect comunion, comunion CHORUS Ive been thinking bout this so long wheres my home where to go I dont know now howcome all that I do go wronge constant thunderstorms Ive been thinking bout this so long wheres the road got no flow heavy load now everything that I do go wronge constant thunder storms To humble ourselves before our creator n maker it gettin late n we still playin wth the devil times up, time to choice with whom yo wanna be true the new or the old school CHORUS X2 |
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