in my mind, For me to recall. He sends the prettiest words, That I ever saw. Chorus: I know it's God's gift, And I thank him for it. Without my memories
don't even know who my own friends be. Be critized, talked about and stabbed behind my back and playa haters still tryin' to bag gospel rap. My heart
the naked man The rhythm of your heart Is like a sonnet Pure and sweet How you haunt my memory I believe in angels You leave me no alternative You're like a butterfly A gospel
