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hadn't died
And conquered all the fear
Joe and girls
Stayed close by in town
Had their own struggles
But they're made it work out
Pete and Liz
Really get

on a lie
It was made up
By a so-called prophet guy
I wrote a whole rap
About the story I was told
But now I know a bit more
Sit back and behold

Joseph Smith

Yes Sir, I Will

Crass

Christ the Bootleg

1999

and beaten into submission
By family, church, school and state.
From then on we're easy game for the powermongers.
Like pathetic circus dogs we hunt out

trees haha
Anne Den Babs, come and swim with me
Two seedlings, two seedlings in the sun
Liz Sant Celia bitten by busy bees
Alloya pat dan throw stones

Our pockets are empty
But our hearts' solid gold

And the city tells
A story this evening
The night is lit up
By coloured lights
On the trees

falling bells shattered the great wooden beams below. By some grace, the tower of San Mercuriale was spared.

[Family Story]

Narrator:

One family named

My flow was opium, we cock bottles and open them
The relevance

Stop by, tryna see a nigga
All I buy is these trees, king
100 ki's in them

these dreams inside of me
Gotta set ‘em out and free
Tall pine trees flyin' by
Church steeples gonna touch the sky
c thousand stories in a different town

always cook some dinner
Got no place to go

Oh mama, will you stand by me
Wind is blowing through the crooked trees

I need laughter i need music
I need

cries to Odin
Caged by the homies now declared as opponents
The enemies are closest friend to foe Judas motives
Because we once traded stories like Tommy

and cookies fill the air
Grandpa's stories from an old arm chair
Horse drawn sleighs offer winter rides
Roaring fires keep it warm inside
Church bells ringing

short temper to cool out
Yeah sometimes I need woosah, time to get paid by the goo-ghaas
My office on top of that rooftop, for my mama Myra Anderson
Tell

matter what only
Time will tell those who glory in appearance and not in heart playin church
Seeking clientele preaching the gospel for money every false

years and years, sinkin' this one day of depression
Stormy weather and church bells ringin' to the election
Of a new follower, follow me into the trees

and
The stories she had told him
Who'd filled his dreams with angels
Put voices in his head
Then the scent of pine trees made
Him think of dear old Joseph
That's

In my city blocks we got
Projects that's one story
Watch the pit walk with no leash
And hold a gun for me
Kids get knocked by police and
Get a drug

Trial By Fire

Yelawolf

Trial by Fire

2017

living
The baby the babies got powers the baby is harming
Fuck a church im a confession for profession
[?]

And it was trial by fire
I'm just under

to write it down, starting with the sun

And sometimes church bells, trees and seasons marking times gone by
Sometimes starling swells and tidal moons

oh oh oh ahh
oh oh oh ahh 

I was born in Jamaica, yo
Raised up by my grandma 
And my aunties, which I am so grateful for
Taught me to be good now,

To whom much is given ,much is required
Melodies from heaven songs sung by the choir,
Psalms in the Palm of my hands, Grains in the sand,
Change with

they write the town paper
The kittens pounce and rip the mouse 
Their mother caught by the church

Tire scrapes on yellow curbs
As kids in cars pulled up

I'm here for the treasure
That's all I'm saying

I know my plans are all risky
So much against me
Read the story of my life
Check my bloodline history

of boring and you never hear or see me (Nope)
But I never had a home, never had shit of my own
Everything was on a loan from church moms was going (Thank

Classify into categories
Marking out the territories
Change the world by telling stories
Let's take it to church 
Let's show that christ is for us
Let's show