Tekster:
Love Spit Love All God S Children

All God's children come to harm There's no good reason for alarm Let them play There's always blue skies follow rain The sun will always shine again

you are We all true sound, nigga united gatherin' souls, how we roll And that's love for the paper, foldin', I saw these hoes But I had my [unverified] nah, nigga that's

that all my weight in gold Now all I know, I know all these things All these things, all these things All these things, all these things All these things, all

a shot on your block, give me a suu Get it right, all my chicks hold ya tits, let's get it in All my niggas take a toke off this weed, let it begin Here

Like Kirk Franklin and them Y'all just aint me I can't tell you about God but I can tell you about a key And what I'll do to God's children if they jerk

late know why cause your a beautyful lovely Won't you to trust me and never judge me now do you love me? I love you, I really love you, I wanna feel

it on me like the RULE God only looks after children and foo's And you not so who gon' look after you It's RULE baby [Vita:] True baby It's only for

niggas God Dry off splash on the Izzi Miak Cut up the rock, head for the door oops forgot You know I can't leave my chrome that's my love jones Niggas

to Baphomet's call A cry for help from the dying Means nothing to me at all I am decreed by lord Satan's fine evil To destroy what all mortals love