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now we stand at last
Where the white gleam of our bright star is cast.

God of our weary years, God of our silent tears,
Thou Who hast brought us
where we are

So sing that God is with us, sing
He has come to save us, sing
He will never leave us
Glory in the highest! Everybody sing
In the presence of His glory I found
That for my life His good and perfect purpose was designed
To bring me to the place where He has need of me
So
saved by grace

How could I boast on anything
I've ever seen or done?
How could I dare to claim as mine
The victories God has won?

Where would I
The sun burns down
Leaving God's bright stamp
On Peach Branch Horse and Bible Camp
Where we're splashing in the water
Joined in song
Swimming
May the Gods watch over you

And they consider what you've done

But now you're hidden way to get your strength
Deep in a cave, your power has
propelled me into victory.

Worthless misery, brought on by you,
Worthless filth of eve,
Entomb the womb,

Worthless to god, And us you are,
Worthless
a look around
At the black man, see us
Illiteracy rules, they showin' cartoons in school
They're way understaffed, and I don't understand the math
Now
a look around
At the black man, see us
Illiteracy rules, they showin' cartoons in school
They're way understaffed, and I don't understand the math
Now
I know it's gonna last
Down by the sea
Is where all the ladies see me
They tried to flash
Be down, but I had to make a dash

He went from
We pulled up that old hitchin' post
Where Doc had nailed his sign
And we painted it white and to all of us
It certainly did look fine
Now the rains
fear...Lay to waste their precious dreams
Look into the eyes of the devoted and meek
Blinded by fear...Still their god they shall seek

You will suffer in
to everyone
You're not a perfect man in a perfect world

Look at where your ignorance has brought you
All this will be buried
Like the fall of Rome
Look
and to all of us it surely did look fine
Now the rains and snow has washed away our white trimmings of paint
And there ain't nothing left but Doc's old sign
god, you can't do nothing

[ada mckenzie]
Chauncey
I want you to thank god
For where God has brought you from
He has brought you from a mighty long way
stand behind their Lord's gates
Scream your god has failed you.
Now embrace upon your demise.
A light shines above as I expose your innards
Hanging you by
sleeping
While you were sleeping

United States of America
Looks like another silent night
As we're sung to sleep by philosophies
That save the trees
You sad, pathetic man, see where you've brought us to,
Our ideals die around us and all because of you.
But the saddest cut of all:
Someone has
the Gospels,
So they'll still talk about us when we've died.

JESUS

The end...is just a little harder, when brought about by friends.
For all you care,
of Wexford
Showed Bookey's regiment how men could fight.
Look out for hirelings, King George of England,
Search every kingdom where breathes a slave,
For
of the world you can trace our tears
We were enslaved by the Pharoahs 'till God sent Moses
Even after he delivered us, it was no bed of roses
For forty years
Through the eyes of men it seems
There's so much we have lost
As we look down the road
Where all the prodigals have walked
One by one
The enemy
SO Y'ALL MOTHERFUCKERS KEEP HATIN, KEEP RIDIN
{LOOK WHERE I'M AT NIGGA, AND LOOK WHERE YOU AT}
(ALWAYS, TOP TEN)
and keep tryin (keep tryin)
You
of Wexford
Showed Bookey's regiment how men could fight.
Look out for hirelings, King George of England,
Search every kingdom where breathes a slave,
For
Get up, I get down
Get up, I get down

I get down for my grandfather who took my momma
Made her sit in that seat where white folks ain't want us to eat