Текст песни My Bread - Chyna Whyte
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one
two
To
the
three
to
the
four
To
the
five
to
the
six
Back
to
the
two
to
the
three
The
Word
is
my
meat
I
evangelize
on
the
beat
Flow
with
me
Chyna
Whyte
the
Apostle
of
the
streets
Pull
your
chair
to
the
table
I
got
food
for
you
to
eat
No
No
baked
potato
No
cheese
on
the
quiche
But
the
word
is
my
bread
and
I
feed
it
to
the
dead
Chyna
Whyte
the
Apostle
of
the
streets
Pull
your
chair
to
the
table
I
got
food
for
you
to
eat
No
No
baked
potato
No
cheese
on
the
quiche
But
the
word
is
my
bread
and
I
feed
it
to
the
dead
The
game
ain't
nothing
good
You
could
look
forward
to
the
jail
house
Eating
that
commissary
or
six
feet
buried
No
mail,
no
money,
no
visits
they
ain't
coming
out
But
when
you
had
them
stacks
everybody
was
coming
out
Now
you
on
ya
back
Doing
ten
flat
Tell
me
is
it
really
worth
it
doing
business
in
the
trap
Where
the
clothes
where
the
rims
where
the
jewels
where
the
money
at
Oh
I
know
the
lawyer
enjoying
that
Taking
his
kids
to
the
park
while
yours
all
alone
Who
gon
raise
them
now
reverse
the
Usher
song
cuz
daddy
gone
Up
the
river
now
mamma
gotta
take
the
throne
If
she
ain't
out
their
busting
it
open
teaching
her
lil
girl
how
to
throw
it
Lil
hooker
number
two
that's
where
she
going
Four
years
old
dropping
it
low
But
can't
read,
don't
know
her
ABC's
Then
you
wan
get
jealous?
Cuz
somebody
else
chose
to
do
better
Cuz
somebody
else
chose
to
apply
the
Letter
Its
written
It
teach
you
how
to
live,
that's
how
I
changed
my
living
Not
weed
Not
liquor
Not
X
Not
food
Not
Xanax
Not
syrup
Not
sex
It
didn't
help
me
You
can
get
high
as
the
sky
but
your
problems
won't
fly
You
just
gon
come
down
and
have
to
go
another
round
I
can't
help
it
if
I
preach
on
every
sound
I
evangelize
on
the
beat
The
word
is
my
meat
Chyna
Whyte
the
Apostle
of
the
streets
Pull
your
chair
to
the
table
I
got
food
for
you
to
eat
No,
No
baked
potato
No
cheese
on
the
quiche
But
the
word
is
my
bread
and
I
feed
it
to
the
dead
Chyna
Whyte
the
Apostle
of
the
streets
Pull
your
chair
to
the
table
I
got
food
for
you
to
eat
No
No
baked
potato
No
cheese
on
the
quiche
But
the
word
is
my
bread
and
I
feed
it
to
the
dead
Like
grape
jelly
and
peanut
butter
on
the
bread
But
it's
more
like
a
seafood
platter
using
Popeye's
secret
batter
Man
shall
not
live
on
bread
alone
That's
the
statue
But
on
every
word
from
GOD
Yahshua
the
Most
High
The
True
Vine
The
Good
Shepherd
The
GOD
of
Israel
He
doesn't
sleep
nor
does
he
slumber
his
name
is
Immanuel
GOD
with
us,
he
has
many
cuz
he's
all
things
to
us
Took
many
whips
on
his
back
Took
all
sin
from
us
Now
tell
me
is
it
really
worth
it
to
sin
for
stuff
I
ask
myself
that
I
ain't
going
back
At
least
that's
what
I
pray
he
said
he
will
keep
us
from
falling
But
I
gotta
keep
my
mind
his
spirit
Cuz
this
flesh
wan
act
a
dog
and
I
don't
want
to
miss
my
calling
The
word
is
my
life,
my
bread
I
eat
it
till
I'm
barfing
Out
everything
that's
not
like
him
Cuz
he
is
Holy
he
takes
no
part
in
sin
No
Part
![Chyna Whyte - Real Deal Holyfield](https://pic.Lyrhub.com/img/x/n/w/8/x93sk98wnx.jpg)
1 My Bread
2 Real as Can Be
3 My Love Jesus
4 Hell N Back
5 I Can
6 Temporal
7 Use Me
8 Allstar
9 Over You
10 Nay Sayers
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