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could be happy

And go all the way
Up to heaven
And go all the way
Back home

He thought I might need his help
No one gets high on themselves
I
love
Pointed to the dying saviour
Now they dwell with him above

Will the circle be unbroken
By and by, by and by?
Is a better home awaiting
In
by the waters so blue
They carried that beautiful child
To his tender mother, to his sister and brothers
Little Moses looked happy and smiled
His
by the waters so blue
They carried that beautiful child
To his tender mother, to his sister and brothers
Little Moses looked happy and smiled
His
Refrain:
Will the circle be unbroken
By and by, by and by?
In a better home awaiting
In the sky, in the sky?
In the joyous days of childhood,
Oft they
by the waters so blue
They carried that beautiful child
To his tender mother, to his sister and brothers
Little Moses looked happy and smiled
His
that heaven's angels come
To carry you here

It's Christmas time again but you're not home
Your family is here and yet you're somewhere else alone
my wage in the factories there
And I was raised by the mill
And I worked with my brothers there
I told my mother I'd always write

I headed west
shepherd embodied by the almighty, the power above, 
The power which is in me. Because I am reborn, brothers and sisters,
I am living proof that government
orbit
Spoke o' lost hope so too what you toke man choke on it

We be near heaven at a quarter to eleven
By three we are thinking of the love we lost
called reality
Where hell is a fallacy
And Heaven is a fantasy created by man, so don't believe in it
You came in here with nothing then your leaving
the time like a FUCKING parrot 
Phony gold chains only rated two carats 
You tell your friends that your home is like heaven 
Living in the gutter sewer
with us
Left by fathers who wouldn't build with us
I had both mine home, let's keep it real niggas
My better half chose the better path, applaud him
of the heavens
Have their home
And sing amongst the branches
The earth is satisfied by the fruit of your works
Cause the grass to grow for the cattle
through the shadows
The promised hour was near

Lights were holding steady
Gliding over the foam
All the lords and ladies
Heading for their eternal home
Beautiful ideals and amazing flaws
Got to care enough to give a testament
'Bout the deeply depressing mess we're in
It's home so we better make the best
yeah fool, what? Yeah yeah that's what they all say fool. 
You institutionalized, and this is your home... 

Guess who's back, and ready to knock off
yeah fool, what? Yeah yeah that's what they all say fool. 
You institutionalized, and this is your home... 

Guess who's back, and ready to knock off
yeah fool, what? Yeah yeah that's what they all say fool. 
You institutionalized, and this is your home... 

Guess who's back, and ready to knock off
yeah fool, what? Yeah yeah that's what they all say fool. 
You institutionalized, and this is your home... 

Guess who's back, and ready to knock off
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seven deep in the jeep with the camel top,
everybody and they drunk as hell,
?? and awesome dre and anybody by the right would see us
(cause we
dogs with them pistols
Natural born killers
We sold crack to his mother, he turn his back on his brothers
Killed his partner for the plug
He think
what you're told man choke on it

We be near heaven at a quarter to eleven
By three we are thinking of the love we lost
By four we be high,
Thinking
The Last Poets - updated by Ethan]

I love niggas, because niggas are me. And I should only love that which is me. I love that you niggas go
the queen of the Earth
Plus you're precious, womb to home of God, physical birth
Sun of above, it was a gift of surprise
Created by I, the God, the glow in