The only dope he ever knew was
Cocaine,
Shisha, weed and codeine,
The boy steadily high, aeroplane
And a temper that's volatile, propane.
Street guy, street tight,
But the real Christ is a street type,
Loves the street guys with a street life,
Giddem his life, Makes em street light.
Jesus, loves the worst men,
He put a blessing where we curse men,
The power of love, he never force them,
The ones he's found he never lost them,
No sinner bigger than his grace now,
No sin thicker than his blood and,
His love gone deeper the grave now,
We the worst of sinners that the cross
Found!
Hook!
Worst sinners that the cross found 4x
Testimony, testimony,
We the worst sinners that the cross
Found.
2.
One man to the next one,
Stock of trade, was to lay men,
She lays men, slays them,
Original ashawo, slay queen.
Hot girl, hot legs,
But the real Christ go they haunt them,
Though he hates sin he dey hunt them,
No dey hate them no dey hurt them,
Jesus, loves the worst girls,
He sees the best things in the worst
Case,
Redeem the long nights and the lost
Days,
Where other men run is where the Lord
Stays
No sinner bigger than his grace now,
No sin thicker than his blood and,
His love gone deeper the grave now,
We the worst of sinners that the cross
Found!