Lyrics:
mourns his only heir
He goes beneath the earthen cave, knowing what he'll find there
Like a crumbled castle on a hill humbled by time
His kingdom cannot
home
Surrounded by broken glass, surrounded by young peers, that speak with a broken tongue
That followed the scent of gunpowder from broken rose petals
keeping this tame
Bois running licks I ain't mentioning names
Run with a glizzy man looks mans looks dizzy stumbling round tryna find his piece
Come with
without a home
Who lived within his songs
He'd sing I would rather hold up in a den of sin
Than lie there on a hill counting sheep
With melodies and rhymes
the stories begin
Little boy coming up with some faith and his friends
Cause man I'm happy that I saw this shit I'll never take for granite
You'd think that I'd
He gave His only begotten 'cause He so loved the world
Yeah, in Christ is whom I place my trust
I can’t lean on a human because they of dust
Particles,
corn unto my horse, mother
And meat to my man John
And I'll away to fair Margaret's bower
Before the night comes on
Oh stay at home with me, dear
corn unto my horse, mother
And meat to my man John
And I'll away to fair Margaret's bower
Before the night comes on
Oh stay at home with me, dear
I'm watchin' my knocks 'cause they will gaffle
Pressin' my luck slangin' right by the Hill Castle
I got the cream and niggas are gettin' jealous, but
My history is no secret it's written in the stones
In the hill beside this river rest my mother's gentle bones
And daddy there beside her among his
flame is your coat,
Wicked cat is your soul,
Wandering man is your goal.
Storyteller:
Jack and Jill went up the hill
To fetch a pail of water.
Jack fell
You know a man's home is his castle
And I'm comin' home to groove
Whoa, and I'll see you when I get there
I'll see you when I get there
And you be
and conquer
Have a little faith
If you wait a little longer
You gon' be okay
By His saving grace
Hard times coming like apartheid
Lost in my thoughts man I
camp of God, no assurance is there for the churches of man
If St. Cuthbert, with so great a number of saints, defends not his own
It gladdens me to know
My history is no secret it's written in the stones
In the hill beside this river rest my mother's gentle bones
And daddy there beside her among his
What manner of man is this
Winds and seas obey his voice every storm dismissed
Still got victory even after the kiss from Judas
In control of my life
Now the eagle stop flyin' the night wind is still
And the last cayou's hawlin' on some lonely hill
The old man is longin' to lay all down
In his
on my chains
defamed the aim
of shame
to swang
that man
can't retreat me from my home
would you love him as he is?
as he ashes flashes passion
with
at home folding clothes and shit
She losing faith in him and he knows and shit
Like what the fuck is a break
Don't know how much I can take no more
I give
on legion of demons
And bobbing and weaving, ducking and dodging
Bury doors like physicians, staying in position
Working out my faith in repetition
Man, this
This is a story
This is a story
Of Ebony versus the world
It all started when elisha had a man who made Her bed rock
Had a baby out of wedlock, did
interested
Now, many people didn't believe the Prophet Joseph Smith
They thought he'd made up this Part Three that was buried by a tree, on the hill in his
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Energy, I'm the enemy of Great Satan
USA that made us slaves
Pray to Lord, send us down His favorite son
I can't take
spirit
Our savior the holy son
He is the mighty
And he is the one and done
No other God can come close
To his kingdom yeah
He is the way and the truth
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