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The Fresh Prince of Heaven

Now, this is a story all about how
My body got nailed up to a cross
And I like to take a minute
Here's how it begins
I'll tell you how I died for all your mortal sins

In West Betlehem I was born and raised
In Nazareth was where I spent most of my days
Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool
And all makin some wood cups, wowin' some fools
When a couple of Romans, who were up to no good
Said I wasn't behavin' in the way I should
I had one last supper and my men drank wine
I said, "Eat my body, drink my blood, and I'll be fine."

I was nailed on a cross and when death came nearer
The light shone brightly and I saw a little clearer
If anything, I could say the romans win
But I thought now forget it, I'll die for your sins

They. Pulled. Me to my grave at about seven or eight
And I rose from my tomb, yo home, smell you later
Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there
To settle in heaven and listen to prayers