| Woman: You don’t worry that you’re gonna die?
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| Charlie Sheen: Dying is foolish
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| Woman: Are you worried you’re going to relapse?
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| Charlie Sheen: No
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| Woman: Why?
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| Charlie Sheen: Because, I’m not going to. |
| Period. |
| The end
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| Got a lotta Jesus in me, I don’t need a Jesus piece
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| Move like a noble shepherd, I just wanna lead the sheep
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| Everybody eyes is open, steady bumping into things
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| Now that the pride is gone, I ain’t gotta plead the streets
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| Check it out
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| You ask for it, well I speak it all in existence
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| No passports, but in different countries I’m mentioned
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| Cause I glow on the mic, bring the truth of what’s missing
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| Since I’m soaring in life, I’m reaping what I’ve been given
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| Bring the good news to people, put 'em all up in the kingdom
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| Open they eyes to my vision, changing they method of thinking
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| Cause they all were an idol, breaking laws living vital
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| Too dissolved in a title, read it all in the Bible
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| Whoa-oh-oh, to those who know the truth but they perceiving it in,
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| they’d rather, choose the dough, too locked in light to let the evil up in it
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| Whoa-oh-oh, I’m bossed up, on top of the mountain roaring like a lion, hey
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| Whoa-oh-oh, I’m flossed up and walking amongst 'em with the truth of Zion, hey
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| I am a king, in a world full of snakes
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| Making dirty to non-believers, then destroying your pain
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| Taking over yo kids social media days
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| But he can restore ya, just remember to pray
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| Blame God, most high, bringing you back to your origin
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| Can’t lie, lost try, sent to do well with authority
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| Do it all for the blessing, we will all be successful
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| We was born with a purpose in us, time to walk in the lesson
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| Count to 50 get ya hells, kitchen in the stale, go and got the males giving the
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| females children and they bail missing the detail given just to fail mission
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| Women auction off they bodies teaching all they daughters how to be exotic
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| sexing everybody ain’t nobody Godly different spirits in the adversaries
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| kitchen
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| What do we have here now? |
| Do you wanna ride or die? |
| La da di da da dah
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| My child, run away from sin sometimes, and let God… |