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By Mary McCreary

I've been working so hard,
Just came home from my job.
Looked down in my wallet,
Good God, I've been robbed.


Now where can my
at the Six, I'm reminded that in six days
God made this great heaven and earth
The Seven reminds me that on the seventh day
God rested from His great work
casually evolve into the visage of a serpent

Left home and acquired a slow twitch
From working all night by the light of an old fridge
Might be the lone
is on my born day
Bust it, sometimes I sit back and just reflect
Watch the world go by and my thought connect
I think about the time past
and the Lord take'th away
Oh Lord Jesus I wish you'd take'th away Sister Mary's wig
Oh you disrespecting the House of God with that thing
It don't even look
home
What go around come around
Everybody know its real when you speakin' tha carma
So do on to others like you want to be done like Mary J no more drama
parents' resentment for me even more. But from that
moment on, nothing seemed to matter, especially that living hell called
'home'. For one year after his
was locked down, I would invision myself being free
But God, I got so many questions
I just want you to anwser
Help Me Out...

Rico (from Sons Of Funk):
and the Lord taketh away
Please Lord Jesus I wish you'd taketh away Sister Mary's wig
Oh you disrespectin the House of God with that thing on
It don't even look
62, folks, and we have a new home run champion, Mark Mcguire."

"Welcome, you've got mail." (Greeting from America-on-line alerting user to a new
of the fences

[Chorus] [Nas & Lake]
Where my soul going to go when my ditch is dug?
One never knows do one
The things that I've seen in the streets I'm from
of the fences

[Chorus] [Nas & Lake]
Where my soul going to go when my ditch is dug?
One never knows do one
The things that I've seen in the streets I'm from
riding much wetter, we finally made it
Breaking bread with the real ones, now the fake ones hate it
I be bombing like a plane, engulfed by Mary Jane
but I still want mo'
Tde generals, she ain't spiritual but she still want Soul
God bless, God body, no fear in nobody, no thing
Can I proceed? Collect