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Sons of the thief, sons of the saint
Who is the child with no complaint
Sons of the great or sons unknown
All were children like your own
passing by
Children we lost in lullabies

So long ago: long, long, ago

But, sons of the thief, sons of the saint
Who is the child with no complaint
Sons
And a man he would have lived and died
Till by a bullet sanctified
Now he's a saint or so they say
They brought their young saint home today

An Irish
She knew that is was true
He wasn't a saint

But he was a saint enough for her
He was a man,
A man of his word
The final days of summer, 1964,
and rejoice
For the love that He has given us all
Children of God, by the blood of His Son
We have been redeemed and we can be called
Children of God
Children
Yeah Renegades is back and the beat is sick,
Jay Z, Freeway, 8 Miles,
Let's go

8 miles and running, got my 7 album droppin',
And my 8 album
It was the morning of All Saint's Day, ninety-eight
When that old blind dog started roaming around the graveyard
Wouldn't have bothered me so much
eyes
And be gone with the lies

Raised in disease
United we fall
Killed by the saints
More evil than all

Sons of the holy might
Children of war
Bad blood flows from
The father to the son
How red the river runs, yeah

Love was the law
For sinners and saints
Dead man's hand holds
Aces &
of a hunter 
Bad blood flows from 
The father to the son 
How red the river runs, yeah 
Love was the law 
For sinners and saints 
Dead man's hand holds
know about that
look out for the Hood Starz album by the Git It Boyz
You know, shout out to the Trak Starz
They in da building Buck Ban and Zoe
Uh,
you a God, and shall your grace
Grow weary of your saints?
Steady is a knife held sure by faith
Are you a God? And shall your grace
Grow weary
bowed down with care
God gave His Son to win
His erring child He reconciled
And pardoned from his sin

Could we with ink the ocean fill
And were
A great stone of the Ancient ones... It has passed from a father to a son
All the years it has been the same... The greatest saint of the northern
should take and what to give

Ghost of perdition
A saint's premonition's unclear
Keeper of holy hoards
Keeper of holy whores

To see a beloved son
should take and what to give

Ghost of perdition
A saint's premonition's unclear
Keeper of holy hoards
Keeper of holy whores

To see a beloved son
a living by the work he does
But he’ll leave his mark cause of who he was
My boots have walked that road so son remember
Every saint has a past, and every
So unimpressed but so in awe
Such a saint but such a whore
So self aware, so full of shit
So indecisive, so adamant

I'm contemplating thinking
Lucifer son of da mornin'
I'm gonna chase you out of earth
Lucifer, Lucifer son of da mornin'
I'm from the murder capitol
Where we murder for
Business, as usual
Starts with the sound
Of another damn funeral march 
Through the town
One less for Saint Nicholas
There's nothing so vile
I believe in god the father 
Almighty maker of heaven and maker of earth 
And in Jesus Christ his only begotten son, our lord 
He was conceived by
Leftfielder, living in a suitcase 
Comfortable shoes, photo album and toothpaste 
Road atlas, learning my way around 
Kissing the pavement, lucky
and drenched in tears
They laid Him down in Joseph's tomb.
The entrance sealed by heavy stone
Messiah still and all alone

O praise the name of the Lord our God
pair bowed down with care
God gave His Son to win
His erring child He reconciled
And pardoned from his sin

Could we with ink the ocean fill
Yeah they tell me sugar coat it, dumb it down but I can't
Might as well could deny the Jesus and be ashamed but I ain't I'm a saint
Til the day I