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the church, for heaven's sake
Finally stepped up to the plate
Took a stand upon God's promise
And stormed hell's rusty gates

What if His people prayed
to reap what we have sown

As if freedom was a question of might
As if loyalty was black and white
You hear people say it all the time-
"My country
above, by His wonderful love
Saved my soul at the old country church

How I wish that today all the people would pray
As we prayed in the old country
town swore He decided,
He'd help her some,
And He didn't mind if she wasn't very pretty,
For deep inside His heart He knew,
She was the only one,
Oh
up your road block
Hang on to your crown.
For a stone in a tin can
Is wealth to the city man
Who leaves his armor down.

Stay indoors
Beneath
your road block
Hang on to your crown
For a stone in a tin can
Is wealth to the city man
Who leaves his armor down

Stay indoors
Beneath
The whole town swore he knew he'd help her some
And he, he didn't mind if she wasn't very pretty
Deep inside his heart he knew, she was the only one

Ooh,
took a little pity 
The whole town swore he decided 
He help her some 
And he 
Didn't mind if she wasn't very pretty 
For deep inside his heart he
beaming? 
Why are they casting their lots for My robe? 
This crown of thorns hurts Me more than it shows 
Father, please can't You do something? 
I know
the very fibers of my being
As I slowly turned, a glorious radiance consumed my eyes
His silhouette was backdropped by the immense sea of glass

And for
at the lab a, crack's bagged up
Yo niggas act up, what blow up their workers if they have to
Señoritas, fucking up a storm buying Gods margaritas
Sucking his
has paid for his evening
He expects a good show in return.
So if you cover up your bosom and thighs like you had a rash,
Don't be surprised to see them
for God our lives was scared
Now in the book of life, our names have been written down
We're casting our crowns before his feet on the ground
It's
oh, if this house could talk, Lord,
Of Dixieland's final days;
Before they tear her down, before she hits the ground,
I'll bet this is what she would
took a little pity 
The whole town swore he decided 
He help her some 
And he 
Didn't mind if she wasn't very pretty 
For deep inside his heart he
20,000 people hip hoppin on the floor

And all that while she sat at home and got macked
If she stepped out of line she got slapped
And then one day
at the lab a, crack's bagged up
Yo niggas act up, what blow up their workers if they have to
Señoritas, fucking up a storm buying Gods margaritas
Sucking his
Are all inhabited by slowly-aging
'very hip young people',
They appear to be casting
Sinister glances toward him
Through their glinting acid burn-
Out
her son as his own
And that's a lot of shit to deal with, man
And if you ain't been there you wouldn't understand
And people still laugh at this shit
I'm losing my religion
Thank God
I prayed about my decision
How odd
For the man with the mic
To be the man all his life
While Christ-like
a tight jam
I could tell by his eyes he's been
Judged by the world and everyone that's close to him
But I don't see what they see
My heart believes in
And his buck teeth, cockeyed smile
Can't stop this invertebrate on a mission
He's in charge

A sinister design
A wild goose chase for a crown
With your eyes
a son by this bitch he dated
Shorty waited for two dead case kid
He'd get them niggas kids if he couldn't get them
Then one day out of the blue, BAM!
sad)
We guess Malcolm won't be too glad
When he sees what you did to his dad.

[Chorus]

Macbeth:
If it were done when 'tis done, 
Then 'twere
at the lab a, crack's bagged up
Yo niggas act up, what blow up their workers if they have to
Señoritas, fucking up a storm buying Gods margaritas
Sucking his