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How Do You Plead? Im guilty, im filthy, im ready for the Lord to kill me, but still He, fullfils me, gives me more when im emp-ty/ Im tryin hard to make it, screwed by life and forsaken, my sin got me achin, Im not gonna keep on wastin/ My time and my skill, my artistic destiny, when Jesus keeps tellin me Son Rest in me/ Confess to me your sins, get blessed from me, no blaspheme spoken, just address to me/ Your plea is heard and the cross examintaion, is distracted by the Cross and they way I died and Raised son/ Cuz I took you plea, and told the Judge its paid, that pig bailiff Satan tried to take me away/ I beat death, cuz Jesus said yes, so now I second guess, all the drama and the stress/PEACE LogikILL
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