I feel like Black Jesus got his hands on me and guides me through life to put me where I'm supposed to be.

I looked up and all I saw was blue lights. If I die tonight, I'm dying in a gun fight.

Reality is wrong. Dreams are for real.

Now the baby's in the trash heap balling.

Heaven ain't hard to find; all you gotta do is look.

I don't have no fear of death. My only fear is coming back reincarnated.

Before I write I let my mind go blind and let the lord do his thing.