After they finished searching the van for drugs...
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The officer told me 'If I don't believe in God - now is the time to start.'
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I was halfway to sleep, faded off the sour
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Not knowing that coulda been my last hour
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I see it clear, we was on 85
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Road looking clear doing 'bout 85
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A smooth sail turned to a crazy ride
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I wish I could say nigga watch the way you drive
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Well, he was just tryna swerve a deer
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I didn't get to say it but the lord heard my prayers
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Head on collision with the guard rail
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And I'm a firm believer that God's real
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I felt my van crash against the hard steel
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At that point I couldn't tell you how my heart feel
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I seen it happen, we was spinning like a bottle top
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And I was praying Lord make the bottle stop
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I swear to God I seen the silhouette
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And when we crashed, Nini still woke up a little wet
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The tyres broke off, ripping up the concrete
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Hit the wall, kept us outta harms reach
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And not an airbag popped out
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And without near stressed I hopped out
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I got a couple bangs and a couple bruises
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jet lag, a broken rib and two contusions
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All that, we tryna make our destination
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But it coulda been our final destination
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I used to speed when I whipped the V's
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Until a nigga sin almost crippled me
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Damn it made a nigga see his life flash
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I see my son, I see my mum, I see Christ flash
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I almost died on Martin Luther Day
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And for the cause he was a martyr just a few would say
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Now I'm thinking hard what my crew would say
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Maybe wonder what my boo would say
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I wonder what she would say
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They say what don't kill you, makes you stronger
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And my momma always told me the angels was with me
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I guess that's all them prayers through all those years
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Well since I'm still here nigga, guess what?
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The Crash
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| Jim Jones |
