rocks and be prepared Prepare for love finally grows Let us live to tell a story Here on earth and out in space Forward on the road to glory History
Father, help Your children And don't let them fall by the side of the road And teach them to love one another That Heaven might find a place in their
ass niggaz is gon' have they hands out Im tiiiiired of the drama (Ho) Im bout to hop my ass off in my hummer (Ho) And hit the road like I was Carl Rayson
Soap box preacher standing on the corner And all the people they would gather round You speak of faith with a blaze of glory But those that fear they
Big dreams in a small town Eighteen and glory bound Nothing here to tie us down Big dreams in a small town Rollin' down a dusty road in my daddy's Ford
Somewhere in a burst of glory Sound becomes a song I'm bound to tell a story That's where I belong When I see you smiling When I hear you singing Lavender
' your wife, what? Kind and undermining, grimy, stiff corpse shapin' Pork bacon, double-cross Satan, heathens Non-God-fearing, lace thong wearing demons But glory
) walk around, and take it all in Tell me now, where have I been? Nothin' like reality To get your mind in gear Lived my life to the extreme A lost road
my way All I've known is empty promises and pain I need a way out or some type of escape So I take refuge in this place Even though the road to glory
of praise from below to above Take flight in the sky got wings like a dove, We Soaring to shamayim (heaven) where the angels call in love And the glory
Born and raised in the U.S.A. Where the government's watchin' what you do and say Yeah, alright Well, I'ma tell you this story 'bout a nigga with glory
Mula, babe She was a young girl in pursuit of glory and fame She would do anything she could to feel the flame When everybody knew your mood and the
for the kingdom key Just like every vision you neglected, every dream you left to die Every hope that you rejected, every truth that was a lie Every road
on the shore But, I felt like a newborn baby, cradled up in the arms of the Lord Amazing grace, oh how sweet the sound There was glory in the air, there
s all so wrong But the rocks roll strong all night long Another Park Street life, the age old story And now the coke dealers take all the glory They're
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a home in heaven To live in when this life is o'er Will you move to that beautiful city And live with Christ ever more Long is the road that leads you
Should you go first and I remain to walk the road alone I'll live in memory's garden dear with happy days we've known In spring I'll wait for roses red