what you see, drop to your knees Prepare to receive what you can't conceive The Cross is the way, the Cross is today To the Cross...
hands are whats killing you Chorus: The Cross of Saint Andrew never meant to take His place The Cross of Saint Andrew echoes of His grace When Saint
He was there the night the wall came down. He lost her in the endless crowd, In the shadow of St. Stephen's cross. He sent cries aloft for his fellow
, feel it Oh yeah, we was rollin' 'cross the country Oh yeah, we was feelin' mighty fine Oh yeah, we was rollin' 'cross the country Oh yeah, we was rollin' 'cross
not a saint, no, not at all, but what I did, it wasn't cool But I swear that I'll never do that again to you, oh I'm not a saint, no, not at all, but
This must be heaven, tonight I cross the line You must be the angel, I though I might never find Was it you I heard singing, oh, while I was chasin' dreams
forty bucks But ain't nobody ride that rita hop on the 10 to the click Ready to get 'em up with a me thugs, and to cash that dum I gotta get paid there, there holla, holla Saint
You'll need some kind of saint to pull those Impure thoughts right out your head Love the poor complexity You wouldn't want it any other way Climbin'
with you You set your sights high No regrets, no goodbye Just a face in your mind for the ones Cross my heart Cross my fingers Cross my mind Cross my path Cross
body and it crosses over record label meetings I call the bosses over I aint selling out n**ga I aint crossing over fxck that washed up shxt time to cross
so civilised Far out across the rooftops Where the televisions sleep Behind the perfect picture Lie fanfitical beliefs White sheets and burning crosses
burnin' with wolfman fairies dressed in drag for homicide The hit-and-run plead sanctuary, 'neath a holy stone they hide They're breakin' beams and crosses
shape, what's that sound? That's just me falling down Some of us are free, some are bound Some will swim, some will drown Some of us are saints, some
, where the saints were married But now they buried 'cause of Satan's fury, I faced the jury Held in court, like Christ nailed to a cross Confront my
Oh, you know I have seen A sky without sun, a man with no nation Saints, captive in chains A song with no name for lack of imagination (Y'allah hey!
And here am i, a-bleeding on the deck And for a sweet saint must die Farewell, me family and me friends, likewise me polly too I'd never have crossed
they call me toon. i got these bitches tuned in Iits a crazy world, so i stay in line nd niggas dont cross the line Nigga stay in line, like welfare, im saint
steady plottin', cracklin' my ass wit'cha album covers Cross 'em out and put a 'K Then no Saint days, nigga, then run the fuckin' holidays 'Ey, I cross