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breath
And though you know I've chosen death
You've chosen me
Why should my God be lead to die
While I go free?

Lord I've killed
To free my habits
But

Generation
Jesus then made me peculiar
Don't mess them spirits familiar
I found out my brother is really the King
The one that was born and wanted by king

You counted every hair on my head
Knit together my every cell
I know that I am Yours
I know that I am chosen by Your hand
In the heavens or in

Wave the flag of freedom from inside the bastille walls
Brought up bred and brainwashed a new crusader (Wages war)
To shed the light to colonise

If you can't beat them join them
We can shine bright like  diamond
I'ma King and I'm chosen
Affa change suit too
Show them
Didida di da diamond

not by power nor by might
But by my spirit says the Lord
You cannot fulfil your ministry
Without the cnointing

BRIDGE:
Ye have not chosen me 
But I

on tone
Never been one to back down, feel like I’m chosen
They turning they back now, fading like Kobe
Just living my life, I’m trynna move on
They calling

We are the lost souls
We are the chosen ones
We're living young and
Living free cos they ain't
Holding us
We are the older souls
We are the wise kids

thats for certain
Ima let Moet get a verse in
Even if you don't pick me, see I'm chosen
By a higher power. Golden
Prized possession to my Mama
Accuracy

are your thoughts
Towards me oh yah
You restored me

You made me brand new
So i can be used
For you glory

Chosen
Chosen
Chosen by yah

Feel that pull

Haunted by your slide
You thought you were on your climb
The open door shut tight
Braving our misfortunes day and night
Falling down from faulty

Everyday I wake up making moves yeah 
I cant help these hoes chosen
If you aint get money boy you losin

Written by DeAngelo Samuel

Elimination Process

Gravediggaz

The Pick, the Sickle and the Shovel

1997

shotguns
Alarm, pit bulls and barbed wire fences
If you're not armed you're in harm's way
You're hunted by wannabe desparados and hombres
I'm sick of all

Flowers of the Night

Paul Kantner

Baron Von Tollbooth & the Chrome Nun

1973

around
Is that Paris burning, is the Bastille falling down?
And where are all the mercenaries - paid for by the king?
Have they joined the mob you say,

they know it (Aghhh)
Yea we caught em by surprise and I noticed
You say, shit that gon turn me into Bruce Wayne
All black, sliding, have you running like

I never thought that I could ever be chosen
And In your image I know that I was created
Just like you
Yea
Many gone be called but few gonna be chosen

plenty, chosen by any
man or woman who understand
the topic that's known and
[Go by the dock] flock and clock the topic
as I drop my hook and get a bite

Strong and Courageous

Your time has come
Your time is now
I have chosen you
To possess the land
That I have promised you
Don't be afraid
I have

gon’ get what’s our brethren,
Up late at night reading Psalms brethren,
Guided by the holy scriptures,
I’m just tryna get away from these broken

I just been speeding
I'm on the road to the cash, yeah
Surrounded by demons
They popping up in my path, yeah
I know that you see me
Baby you need

whites
You justify those that died, by wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites
Those that died are justified, for wearing the badge, they're

Ayy (ayy), ayy (ya), ayy (ya), ayy (ya), look (look)

This that shit that made me ball out on my old bitch, ooh (ooh)
Yeah, I'm chosen, I ain't

more I put it in God's hands
I'm chosen
I'm chosen

Can't leave the crib without that fire this shit get wicked don't it Thought that was yo man back

you chosen me to share your hips

It isn't just the way you
Speak that thrills me so
It haunts darling even when you're gone
But everytime I hold you