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Gospel Music Workshop: Country Pie in the Sky (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Dance Music from the Bostic Workshop (Earl Bostic) · Do You See What I See? (The Bar-Kays) · See See Rider (Big Bill Broonzy) · See See Rider/Blues Ballads (LaVern Baker) · Michael John LaChiusa: See What I Wanna See (Lori Cullen) · I See Good Spirits & I See Bad Spirits (My Life with the Thrill Kill Kult) · I See You, You See Me (The Magic Numbers) · I See Good Spirits & I See Bad Spirits (My Life with the Thrill Kill Kult) · I See You, You See Me (The Magic Numbers) – and 90 other albums »


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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
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,
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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 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'
to be
You work in the system
You see possibilities and you're glistening
Eyes show the hell you're gonna give 'em
When they back off the mic for once
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
of hate
Of violence and porn
What you see is what you get
You haven't see the bloody trail yet
I'm no patriot, just a hate-triot

Blood sport, my sure