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Jesus loves me
This I know
For the Bible tells me so
Sometimes I wake up feel like I'm in Forest City, Arkansas
Although I'm free I'm still a prisoner of all I saw
Sometimes I leave this booth at 4 am, and ride down Simpson
Just prayin homie, and reminiscin
Sometimes my nightmare seems so real, feel like I'm still in prison
I reach out for Tameeka hand, I'm trippin cuz she missin'
It's pitch black dark, like I'm in solitary
So if my freedom was a dream, Lord please prepare me
It seems like satan want my soul and he refuse to share me
My former friends talk about me like I'm dead and buried
Bastards want me in the casket for my head cold
Trouble in my soul, the devil got a hold
Did everything to me but kill me, like he did to Job
He took my diamonds, took my rhymes, took my fame and gold
He took my business interest, he took my wife and kids
But he can't take nothing God can't give me back again
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah