[Gentle caress of ocean waves.]
Help us clean our souls.  Help us clean our souls.
Help us clean our souls.  Dear Lord, can you help me?

Boogy Nikke:
All praise to the Heavenly Father in Heaven, 'cause we searchin' for peace.  Recreatin' my heart and cleansed my soul, and now it's time to roll, but the Lord done blessed me and Mo Thug to see a lot of places, baby.  Playa hation has stopped that plannin', now they prayin'.  Dear Lord, before You blow Your horn and open up Your door like Matthew's verse, (?) said You comin' in the scripture.  Better be ready, boy.  I'm ready to make a change within myself and bow down to the playa haters, shady ladies still be drivin' me crazy, baby, but I don't stress about this evil, dirty position, in my possession I want my wings to match my halo, while I'm steppin', baby.  I step to the Lord with my tattooed tear.  Because I repent, I'm searchin' for peace.  I'm tired of the beast within [the beast within].

Help us clean our souls.  Help us clean our souls.
Help us clean our souls.  Dear Lord, can You help me?

Mo! Hart:
An angry child growin' up in this world of confusion--tried not to give in to the ways of evil and disillusion.  Daddy was a tyrant, still raisin' hell whenever hostile.  Didn't have the right guidance, 'cause bro was always in the hospital.  Anger clouds my mind in repeated repititions.  When I lay down at night to close my eyes, I feel vicious ass-whippins.  Commandments say (?) honor thy Father, each time I look around, somethin' seems to get that much harder.  But just like my man Daniel, I can stand the test of time, but my mind does tend to wander away at times, but all the while, I stay strong, and I keep my faith.  Try not to flip out when I got you hungry lions in my face, steady schemin' on a way to come up off of me.  Please, Lord, help me.  Deliver me from this agony [this agony].

God grant serenity for the sins that's in a me.  
Keep me from hurt, harm, and danger, and be a friend to me.
[The Lord is my shepherd.  I shall not want.  He makes me lie down in green pastures.  He rests me beside the still waters.  He restores my soul.]

Tony Tone:
I gotta save my soul, soul.  I gotta save my soul.  Turn to the Lord, 'cause times are bad, you know it's almost time to go.  Searchin' for peace and I'm on my knees.  God, please set me free.  In Jesus' name, I don't want these sins within.  You're my only friend, givin' us one life to live, and I give my all to You, but demons' schemin', thinkin' this Hustla's slippin', really got me trippin'.  Listen, stay on my mission.  That's my ticket to get to Heaven.  Doin' wrong has got me stressin', but I thank You for my blessings, givin' me a chance to change my life and repent, but it's so hard.  Just been in situations facin' the devil.  Where's my God?  I know give way when He come.  These wicked streets just ain't no fun.  We killin' each other with guns, yet You gave Your one and only son.  He died for us, 'cause peace is all we need, better believe in Thee, and you will see that He is what we need to rest in peace and live eternally.

It's almost over, gotta repent and cleanse your soul.  
[Forget your troubles.  Searchin' for peace.]
Dear Lord, can You help me?

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