![]() ![]() I don't make songs for free I make 'em for freedom Don't believe in kings, believe in the kingdom Chisel me into stone, prayer whistle me into song air Dying laughing with Krillin saying something 'bout blonde hair Jesus black life ain't matter, I know I talked to his daddy Said you the man of the house now, look out for your family He has ordered my steps, gave me a sword with a crest And gave Donnie a trumpet in case I get shortness of breath I'm gon' praise him, praise him till I'm gone I'm gon' praise him, praise him till I'm gone When the praises go up, the blessings come down When the praises go up, the blessings come down It seems like blessings keep falling in my lap It seems like blessings keep falling in my lap ![]()
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