Lyrics:
Verse 1
Though ten thousand
And one thousand
May fall by my sides.
I know no harm
Shall dare come near
To my sides or where I am
Under His
of the knights
went their separate ways. Sir Robin rode north, through the dark
forest of Ewing, accompanied by his favorite minstrels.
MINSTREL (singing):
Surrounded, as he is most days, by a
Small cadre of management
And marketing professionals
Each of them with a stake in
His career there are representatives
my time
I have to stick by her, too, while I'm serving her time
It's kind of romantic if you think about it, Rand
A man can't testify against his wife
By such things.
The moon came towards me.
So now I sleep in ditches.
And hide away from nosey kids.
The wings rot and feather under me.
Under His wings you'll find refuge
Under His wings you'll find mercy and strength
Under His wings you'll find refuge
Under His wings you'll find power
his soul away 'cause she a soul sister
One over your head, one under your nose, nigga
If you're comin' back to life, then pull up in a Ghost, nigga
Under the shadow of God's wings by Jeanett Lobeko
He who dwells in the secret place of the most high God
Shall abide under the shadow of His wings
He
a MAC-11 now his eyes is big
Fascinated by mayhem
What's his cousin to say now?
He wanna be from the hood that
He's from and that's one
More gangster under
mayhem, what's his cousin to say now?
He wanna be from the hood that he's from and that's one
More gangster under the family tree, took em under his wings
can I trust in this cold world?
My phony homie had a baby by my old girl (oh-whoa)
But I ain't trippin', I'm a player, I ain't sweatin' him
I sex his
and the rocket sled itself got lunched!
By a famous mountain-in and his small, wooden wife.
Good bye to las vegas
Farewell to the lounges
We pulled a few
My little sister had a glass of wine,
No doubt a glass of wine too many.
"I bet he's out right now with his Nazi whore,
That's right, I said it,
My little sister had a glass of wine,
No doubt a glass of wine too many.
"I bet he's out right now with his Nazi whore,
That's right, I said it,
Pass the torch
You're no longer the King
The game is safe right under my wings
Pass the torch
You're no longer the King
The game is safe right under
(e-e-e-e-e) FOIL-L-L!
Then he took those 'WINGS' and wedged one under each of his powerful arms and sneaked into a telephone booth...
YES!! Yes! And then
wings burn
Why you gotta let your wings burn
So when I see her
I'm wondering now who does adore her
Let the pain occur we can only learn
Falling from
America, especially black
Bear with me, can't you see, that we under attack
I never meant to cause drama, to my sister and mama
Hope we make it, to better
wings and some french fries
Hot sauce and ketchup nigga
He telling and he hiding
But real niggas'll still catch a nigga
Cop-cop 'Raris, I don't test
ain't trippin', I'm a player, I ain't sweatin' him
I sex his sister, had her mumble like a Mexican
His next of kin, no remorse it was meant to happen,
alone
Heart is a heart and a home is a home
Baby, I'll find you
I'll get you by phone
Heart is a heart and a home is a home
If you fool me sister
Drive me
It's time to go left and not right
Gotta get it together forever
Gotta get it together for brothers
Gotta get it together for sisters
For mothers
and through?
See who you are
Deep in the core
Under the paint
Under It All
Paint me your face
And please be revealing
What are you dreaming?
What are
broken,
tattered wings that prevent him from flying like the rest?
He can't flock together with his peers
Tell me, mirror
How do I tell my sisters about
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