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Oh list to the lay of a poor Irish harper
And scorn not the strains of his old, withered hands
But remember his fingers, they once could move
Oh list to the lay of a poor Irish harper
And scorn not the strains of his old, withered hands
But remember his fingers, they once could move
Oh list to the lay of a poor Irish harper
And scorn not the strains of his old, withered hands
But remember his fingers, they once could move
and cries, we start huggin
On the corner in Ft. Greene, we're buggin
Tears drip as we walk to the crib
And I'ma try to be there to comfort the kid
I woke up
Woke up dead, you know I woke up dead
Give me time to get it through my head
They hanged me by the neck, I heard the devil laugh
I was a nervous
From the day I was born, I took the bull by the horns, and gave you
Plenty to scorn, well right on! then you said in a song that life was
Gettin
shall embrace me
And lull me to sleep with sweet with sweet Erin go bragh
By the side of my Kathleen, my young young wife, oh then place me
Then forget
Pulling the trigger
a shot would fire then he'd wake
To red lips above him smeared
with scorn and stale restraint
She covered him with pity
like
the earth
And to the waters did he give birth
He divided the waters from the land
Rivers for land, and seas for sand
Then said he, let there be fight.
And he
I lived my life
Crippled by your spells
I walked blindly toward this lifeless hell

The truth undergone by fear
The system shut down
It brought you
Could I get your name again?
Some situation that we're in
Woke up by each other's side
It got a little crazy last night

Last thing I remember
I
I was taught to act my shoe size, never my age
I always judge a book by the cover, never the page
I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage
Slid back and watched the year turn sat still walked through what I learned jerked tears then grined to cheeks and yearned for what had been lost
And heaven's weight's on your soul
The re-emerging days of old

Blinded by the men
The heavens they burn
Swallowing pride
Swallowing scorn
Sit with me here
of the powerful
I hunger for it
It just keeps me alive

I met the dragon
In a cave by the mountain
Now I bring the evidence
The beast is alive

This
her pity on pause
And withdrawn from the delicate
And uncorrupted by the crude
She resigns even her/ own
Designs-
Then all at once
Brings in a breath
was born the Son of God by name

Oh, tidings of comfort and joy
Comfort and joy
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy

"Fear not then, said the angel, let
And then we shared the dawn
But when I woke up
Oh, my dream it was gone

Don't you know I had a dream last night
You were here with me
Lyin' by my side so
By K. Michael Cooper

Now I would like to introduce to you
Professor Makashanti
International Professor of Dubology, Dub,
Poetry
Reasoning
that in Bethlehem was born
The Son of God by Name.
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy

"Fear not then
that in Bethlehem was born
The Son of God by Name.
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy

"Fear not then
that in Bethlehem was born
The Son of God by Name.
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy

"Fear not then
was born,
And laid within a manger,
Upon this blessed morn;
That which His Mother Mary,
Did nothing take in scorn.
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Bethlehem was born
The Son of God by name
O tidings of comfort and joy
Comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy

"Fear not," then said the Angel
that in Bethlehem was born
The Son of God by Name.
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy

"Fear not then