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Abe Lincoln said, "The philosophy of the schoolroom in one generation
Will be the philosophy of the government of the next"
So when you
religion, why these babies can't eat?
And if the middle class is gone, how can America see?
How can America breathe?
When the oxygen is gone from
the chorus
I'm tryna take you deep, call it Blacklight, Mayne

[Chorus]
Aye this that good news music
We call it Gospel 
We call it Gospel 
We call it
I have prayed for America
I was made for America
It's in my blood and in my bones
By the dawn's early light
By all I know is right
We're going
'sup and ya see us up in ya streets
I might be

Rid-ridin with my top down listenin to this Jesus music
Ridin with my top down listenin to this Jesus
and prosperity gospels, emaciated models
With cocaine and blood pouring out their nostrils, they got to
Just to stay awake on the catwalk of life where everybody
and prosperity gospels, emaciated models
With cocaine and blood pouring out their nostrils, they got to
Just to stay awake on the catwalk of life where everybody
morning, life is fine.
Always hoped that I'd be an apostle.
Knew that I would make it if I tried.
Then when we retire, we can write the Gospels,
So
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,
see blood,
They wanna see hate,
Like needle in your vain,
Sickness with no name,
In a world that’s insane,
Was America to blame?
When you’re
blood,
They wanna see hate,
Like needle in your vain,
Sickness with no name,
In a world that’s insane,
Was America to blame?
When you’re prayin’ for
you saw, see all you can see,
As you get fucked by your own liberty now
If love is a taxi, the devil would drive
If hatred is English, then I'm speaking
Go hard or go home
Lord use me up

Lord kill me if I don't preach the gospel
I'm still in my 20's- but I'll die if I got to
Already dead- so
that
When I was talking Instagram

Last thing you wanted was your picture snapped
Feds still lurking
They see I'm still putting work in
Cause
I found a new religion yesterday, I'd just cleared immigration JFK
A priest got in a Cadillac, the shoe shine boy sang gospel
As God and his
I found a new religion yesterday, I'd just cleared immigration JFK
A priest got in a Cadillac, the shoe shine boy sang gospel
As God and his
Words and Music by Arlo Guthrie

I'd like to tell you a story
For just a minute or two
And if you don't want to hear it
Just be quiet if some others
dance to the death
Spill blood for my beliefs cause that talk is cheap
Knock out your gold teeth when i branish the heat
Firearms stay warm like
by now
That heats the blood inside the veins
You know

He saw the lights out on the sea
Thought of the nights there in America
But they were only
chicks suck blood
Dusk to dawnin
Waitin to catch me sleep
But I'm not yawnin
They in the vip
At the garden
They gon jump me
When I stop performing
I'm reminded of the four Evangelists
Who preached the Gospel

There was Matthew, Mark, Luke and John
And when I see the Five, I think of the five
for the Bloods 
The whites for the cops, and the stars come from the clubs 
Or the slugs that ignites, through the night, by the dawn 
Early light,
bleeds
And when Walstreet Apostles
Preach a gospel of greed

I'll renounce the fame of this gluttonous age
And be a Born-again American
Resistance is
you work a 9 to 5 then you leavin
You can stand on the train when you reading
(We must be in love)
Love music gospel to thug music
Some inspire
you wanted was your picture snapped
Feds still lurking
They see I'm still putting work in
Cause somewhere in America
Miley Cyrus is still twerkin'