Correction Paroles 24 (Buju Banton & SAINt JHN Demo) par SAINt JHN

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All my people out the trenches
Lift us up, make us alright
The devil can't stand the presence
I stand with God, He got leverage
Throw our hands in the sky
Yes Lord, we wave them high

Exhausted
It's never the right time to go
I had to think twice before I move
Stand on my ground, won't break my move
Choose puddles
Be careful when you choose your steps
Gotta make it right before you left
Gotta make it right before you left
Exhausted
It's never the right time to go
I had to think twice before I move
Stand on my ground, won't break my move
Choose puddles
Be careful when you choose your steps
Gotta make it right before you left
Gotta make it right before you left
Everybody wanna feel like
Everything gon' be right
New me over the old me
Let it out, let it all out
I can't help feelin' alright
Lord please make it alright
Forgive us all, make it alright
Surround us all, make it alright

Dear God make it alright
Only You can make it alright
Dear Lord make it alright
Nothing else ever feels right
Dear God make it alright
Nothing else ever feels right, na-na-na
Nothing else ever feels right
Save me, yeah
Make it alright
Bow our heads cause it's alright, alright, mm-mm
Twenty-four hours
Twenty-four candles
Twenty-four hours
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Kanye)
Throw our hands up in the sky (Buju Banton)
Yes, Lord, we put 'em high
Yeah, yeah (Realest one)
Yeah, yeah
For the ones we have lost [?]
Time may not be right but God is the boss
Find out [?]
and those who remain
We on the [?]
We rise up from the ambush and pay
From negative thoughts, we refrain
He is Buju Banton, we are done with play

My God, my Jehovah Jireh, my provider
People listen, what a vision
Wonderful vision, what a vision
Pray we listen, pray we listen
Washed us in blood, pessimism
He died for them, but He risen
Behold the lamb, we are in denial
Then I took the test, but I jumped the trial
This is the jam, like Teddy Jam
In Onyx’s land, George Michael sayin'
"Lend me your ear," like she Van Gogh
She like the old Ye, that finito
Washed us in blood, pessimism
He died for them, but He risen
Wonderful vision, what a vision
Pray we listen, pray we listen
All my people out the trenches
Lift us up, make us alright
The devil can't stand the presence
I stand with God and I got leverage
Throw our hands up in the sky
Yes Lord, we wave them high

True religion, hey, true religion, no
Run it up, gotta screw the system, no
Run it up, gotta feed the children, no
Run it up, but it's not a Christendom, no
Callin' It [?]
Make me dome my way
Oh-na-na, tryna find my way
When I lost someone else, I done lost my way
when we walk, oh
Cross 'em up hard, that's my wardrobe
Prayin' to the Lord when I'm dyin' on my knees, screamin' up "Where we all go?"
Hearin' at the top through my lungs and the gla** [?] with the cargo

All my people out the trenches
Lift us up, make us alright
The devil can't stand the presence
I stand with God, He got leverage
Throw our hands in the sky
Yes Lord, we wave them high

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Throw our hands up in the sky
Yes Lord, we put 'em high
Yeah, yeah

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