The Diplomats, J.R. Writer - If Only You Believe lyrics

Kids Singing Throughout
"If only you believe, if only you believe
I believe we'd get by
If only you believe, if only you believe
In miracles so do I"

Uh, big up the boy JR
Writer in the building y'all
Only this time around, it's sentimental
You know what I'm sayin'? It's miracles
Uh, watch how I paint this picture
Let's get vivid

Yo, my vision is just ill
I'm picturin' it still
How my life revolves around a miracle foreal
Vision it just vivid
So I spit it through a deal
A song album, wow, these miracles are real
Still, yet through tragics, you seen it
Bet it's magic i said "I bet that's magic"
It's like he never had it (word)
To his fans in the stands it was just extatic
I know the back of his mind
He thought he'd never last it (true)
But he did, and he lived
Like you gots to be kiddin'
This song goes out to them tsunami victims
Who got ditched homeless
Without a spot to live in
Family gone, not a car knorr a pot to piss in
Kids ya livin'
Let's start basically rebuildin'
A couple days y'all managed to
Raise a couple million (that's crazy)
I ain't spiritual
But it had to be God's wonders
That helped Zeke through gettin' shot and
Hit with a car bumper, i wonder

Uh, I'm just tryna show y'all man
If only you believe man
This miracles are real man
Uh, I need you to zone out with me though
Dim the lights a little bit uh, yo, check it

Through the trial with a girl
Gettin' outta Lapearl
I would never think that I would
Bring a child in the world
It's a miracle from seein' the birth next
To seein' the burp yes, first words
Even the first steps
Goo-goo ga-ga, who-who ha ha
Peek-a boo, I see you, you-who papa
Guy I'm just God blessed
This whole song is based why
You seen Kan West
Surivive through that car wreck
For gettin' away where murderers get at you
To my man down on trial for
A murder he didn't do
Whoever thought we'd get through
Slavery and racism
Slavery was racism, pacin' through
Hey livin'
To Martin for heart, a heart that was smart
The proudest step to Malcolm X
For marchin' his march
To the cops when there's trouble at
The spot on the double
To firefighters pullin' bodies out
Of the rubble, let's sing

Whoo! Hey Killa
Hey Killa now I understand why you
Call me the writer of writer's
I feel like a miracle in the making man

Kids singing till fade