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Flowers In The Attic

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Flowers In The Attic

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Locked up in the tenement, it's a sinnin' pit00000

Everyday another body lit, another shallow ditch

Dug for a lost thug, never knew the lords love

He bustin' a slug, pushin' a drug, needin' a hug

Needing direction, but no affection,

We increase our protection from the infection that we should be blessing

If you preach, they will run, if you teach, they will come

To each his own to own his each, before they lost up in the street

Tossin' the heat, life ain't sweet without the savior,

You sill got peaks and valleys, but its all in ya favor

I'm on a mission, to stop these hollowed tips from whistling,

Lips of death from kissing, empty mansions, children missing

Cause they took the lie as the truth, never watered to root

Now the flower turns to a weed, a next corrupted seed

But even a weed grows, though its been refused and abused

Ya child's a testimony dressed in your shoes

Constant bad news, it's like a generational curse

The first will be the last, the last will be even worse

If there's no divine intervention, holy prevention

Shower the flower with the lambs blood, the spirits requenching

The love lost and the wisdom lacked, just come humble wit ya similac,

Dumb to the world, wise to be things of god

Not another pea in the pod, a child of abraham,

Blessed with a convenent and today we still loving it

The word we be glovin' it, the worlds in the flames with the oven mitts,

Playing wit satan, but fam this ain't a game

Call on his name and just like me he'll do you the same

Give you the power and peace that you looking for,

Windows of light, break down the crooked doors

Unlimited mercy and grace, just seek his face

And take heed to these blessed words i manifest

Before i depart and shake off the sandal dust.

Can't see the light of day

Flowers in the attic

Need the lord to guide my way

Flowers in the attic

Looking for a brighter day

Flowers in the attic

Can't see the light of day

These flowers locked up, little girls knocked up

Cats in the cut with they guns cocked up, cops watch us

We used to be shepherds and farmers now we mobsters

Running from clockers, straight to fed lockers

Hit skid, do a bid, got a kid

That's the life you really wanna live, forget positive, surrounded by negative

But fam it's all relative

You attract what you gellin' with, what you orbiting

The more basket you shoot, the more you gon' be scoring em

You let off 2 shots you best believe you getting more of em'

Dreaming about touring with ya boys in a lex truck

But the more dirt you do, the more it got you vexed up

Now ya mind is in a dead state, you walking hexed up

Spiritually cursed, ya life in the back of a hearse

Ya living in reverse mad tension, ya down shifting, hustle for ya pension

The world stole ya gift and

Ya lost, the word i'm loosin', the solution

To filter the pollution, clear up all disillusion

Soon you'll see people for what they are, and how they stand,

Most of the time, they standing right on ya master plan

Never want you succeed, rather watch you bleed

You ain't got nothing in common, but a pound of weed

And childhood, but i ain't a kid, ain't no solid link

Just cause ya pockets is dry, you want me in the drink

All that jewels a clothes is idols, they idle

You wanna live large cause you wanna fit the title

Of thug, player, hardrock, whatever

So to play the role you let some kids pull ya lever

Ya weak duke, you just a sheep of the demon

Lucifer, got you in the thick of his scheme

Of confusion,

Christ is the truth of the matter

Provides you with the 2 greatest things, the world be searching

Peace and strength, if you come to him thirstin'

For love and righteousness, he's blessing me while i'm written this

His yoke easy, burden is light, why you wanna fight the ghost of christ in ya life

You rather walk around tight and stressed out

Stomping on the street wit ya chest out

Pride is the #1 cause, of living blind instead of giving ya life to the lord

And receive the blessing that promised, don't turn ya back

Cause even if you lack the spirit keeps you in track

I love the lord with everything that's in me,

And in me is christ, with the controls, running my life,

Helping me cope with the daily operations,

As long as i'm focused on him and filling this nation

With life and life is the bible, the bible is truth, the truth will set ya free,

A true relationship with god that's how its gotta be

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