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ain't no way back from that
The pain in his voice echoes through the whole ward
Kelly's so saddened by the shock of it all

She can't speak, but the eyes

wanna wanna be your Saul
I wanna be your David
Your David
Yeah

How can a young man keep his way pure
By keeping it according to your word
Your word that

them pew thighs
Supersized by fries, I pimp a lot of bitches
but I'd rather save yo' lives
I'm from a place where they hung black folks
Where a bird can

disturbed from its place, where presumably someone had sat
To write the note found on the hearth telling him she was not coming back
David's heart like

rock a hard place inbetween em
Two foxes one hole and one other brother dreamin 
Two davids

2 Davids One Saul Call Paul Schitsophrenic
Besides your own

Hand of the Dead Body

Ice Cube

Best Hip Hop Anthems Ever

1999

"In world news today: officials agree that rapper Brad Jordan, alias
Scarface, must be stopped
After being monitored by Secret Service agents for

shall not depart from it!

Do your part!
Know your God well!

Show them God!
Show them love!
Show them truth!
Show them peace!

Through your words

My pain my gain
It’s apart of the blessing
When I think about the blessing
Get to dancing like David
Probably Got the angels singing
Cause they know

happening to me
Strange reflexes from my soul
Dust and stones in my veins in my eyes are glow

Ignition the bones head and all
The body rips up your skin
Evil

I know where to find you
In your presence I'm whole
In your presence I'm bold
I know where to find you
There's a secret place
You and I go
It's where

Bloody War

B.G.

Certified

2005

If you trippin, they made to knock out your brains with em.

Verse 1
(David Banner)
I'm hittin you bitches,
With choppas, running from helicopters

Steel

Wolfsbane

All Hell's Breaking Loose Down at Little Kathy Wilson's Place

1990

Place! Was inspired by the 1953 sci-fi movie "Invaders from Mars"

asylum in the countries that you fly me
And carry all of your guilt in designers bags that you buy me, David
I ain't askin' you to be someone you wasn't

Wanted to be an artist i
Was of course inspired
By Debbie Harry and Chrissie
Hynde and Aretha Franklin
But my real muse was David
Bowie he embodied male

stash, I just laugh at your face

Blow a stack on David 'cause I'ma pyro
Maniac from carriage, wit' the Rolls Gold
I was told by the O.G.'s like my Pops
If

from Far Rock hoppin'
Over the turnstile
To set up shop up top by the Jamaican spot
My joints have been a
Bop, from vinyl, cassettes, cDs and streams

to find
Some place safe to go
I'm here as the closest
Thing to home you know
David
Why are you pretending to be someone else again?
Do you really think
Your

know the truth
From anywhere just know your roots
Know that place you spent your youth
Know those the days that made you you
I remember cul-de-sack
Just

the truth
From anywhere just know your roots
Know that place you spent your youth
Know those the days that made you you
I remember cul-de-sack
Just sitting

know the truth
From anywhere just know your roots
Know that place you spent your youth
Know those the days that made you you
I remember cul-de-sack
Just

From king David's line
Of the tribe of Judah
Born in Bethlehem

Conceived in a virgin
Taken to Egypt
Escaping king Herod's 
Decree to kill infants

Would

and reel in those checks
And now I'm singing sea shanties with David Koresh
Anything that you can do, I can do it the best
But how did I get to this place? I

Maybe a song about your family or one about being alone
A song from David Allen Coe will get the whole bar singin along
A little Hank or Merl or Whalen

transition
Wait
I don't want to be near
My dark intuition

I need you here by my side

My beautiful mystery guide
Wait

Life is a meteor
Let your