I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing Be my mirror, my sword and shield My missionaries in a foreign field For some reason I can't explain Roman Calvary choirs are singing I know Saint Peter won't call my name Never an honest word But that was when I ruled

And when I'm gone just carry on don't mourn Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice, just know that I'm lookin' down on you smilin' And I didn't feel a thing so baby, don't feel no pain, just smile back Yeah, it's my life My own words, I guess

Please, don't let me hurt you more In my hair and in my thoughts It's in your stare and at your core She knows a good thing now With our own cost and all can hear the word We spend the whole days all We're feeling more apart And we know you can do more I

I know who I am, I am an evil man The blade I swing is black as night Black as my soulless heart It bears the burden of many lives But I don't feel remorse I lent my sword to anyone Willing to pay the price No regrets for what I've done A mercenary's life

Oh my God, oh my God If I die, I'm a legend When I pull up on a nigga Tell that nigga, "Back, back" I'm too good with these words Watch a nigga backtrack It's too late for my city I'm the youngest nigga reppin' They can't live this long

We used to be friends What have I become to you I don't understand Turn it backwards For me to hurt When everything else is fading We used to be inner circle Take my good word Turn your back on me

Baby, write this down, take a little note to remind you in case you didn't know, Tell yourself I love you and I don't want you to go, write this down. Take my words, read 'em every day, keep 'em close by, don't you let 'em fade away, So you'll remember

I believe (I believe) I raise my hands, bow my head I'm finding more and more truth in the words written in red They tell me that there's more to life than just what I can see Old man Wrigley lived in that white house Down the street where I grew up

I believe (I believe) I raise my hands, bow my head I'm finding more and more truth in the words written in red They tell me that there's more to life than just what I can see Old man Wrigley lived in that white house Down the street where I grew up

Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be Whisper words of wisdom, let it be There will be an answer, let it be Speaking words of wisdom, let it be Let it be, let it be, let it be, yeah, let it be When I find myself in times of trouble, Mother Mary