Lyrics:
Mass hysteria!
Mass hysteria!
Mass hysteria!
True sounds of manacial laughter
And the deaf mute is misleading the choir
The punchline is a natural
of domestic terrorists including babies and children.
There is a photo of a firefighter clutching on to a dead baby, Baylee Almon who just celebrated her one
Oh tell me
When you'll be there this week
It's your presence for me
It's your kindness for free
Want you to be there
All I want is for you to be
of Indigenous ancestors
And the ancestors demand answers
It is critical to recognize that there are many limits to reconstruction
Educate yourselves on why
believe in gimmicks, if I died tonight do you reckon that you'll be forgiven
For The sins that you committed, only thing is still repentance
Hope I don't
Social media has got your every giving second
A little misdirection you Missing on all your blessing
Just know death is the message I hope getting your
another breath
And now we need to run
Take hold of what's left behind
There's nowhere left to hide
We're chasing all the fading lights
And now we sit by
hysteria
Mass hysteria
True sounds of maniacal laughter
And the deaf-mute's misleading the choir
The punch line is a natural disaster
And it's sung by
puts us all to shame, all of us who sit and complain
There is only one small glimmer of good in this sordid mess
It is the hope that comes from hearing
illuminated by a star
The only star so large many more
To make our largest star show small
Furthermore, the end is not the end no stop but a pause
And what
and dreamless sleep the silent stars go by
Yet in Thy dark streets shineth the everlasting light
The hopes and fears of all the years are met in Thee tonight)
And make it work somehow
This is, this for Malcolm and music
My story, my movement, never forgetting the children
Keep your head to the sky
The only
it is
As it appears, oh shit
There go the tears, there go the drank
There go the pills, you know the drill
Sometimes I fear who in the mirror
That
No talkin', no fussin', no flossin', we shootin' to kill
Ya momma, ya daddy, ya aunts and ya uncle and children
Boyz N Da Hood in the cutty, keep
No talkin', no fussin', no flossin', we shootin' to kill
Ya momma, ya daddy, ya aunts and ya uncle and children
Boyz N Da Hood in the cutty, keep
big family
And the truth, you know love is all we need
We are the world
We are the children
[Michael Jackson and Janet Jackson]
We are the ones
A boy is born in hard time Mississippi
Surrounded by four walls that ain't so pretty
His parents give him love and affection
To keep him strong
A boy is born in hard time Mississippi
Surrounded by four walls that ain't so pretty
His parents give him love and affection
To keep him strong,
where I love
I gotta fly when I run
I'm the one, chosen
Passed Go
Spook by the door
Last low was last low
I get more
True core is power from your source
the secret lies.
And in her eyes I see a light is shining through.
I feel that there is hope for a world so brave and new.
Many seasons have changed
that I'm about to be signed by one of the biggest pop producers at that time, my mother is sitting next to me and she couldn't be less impressed. She's
stay forever grounded for we're rooted firm in You
We will not be taken captive by the fading things of earth
There's no power that is greater none that
Conclusion
There is a certain social process which is known and
very visible but perhaps not acknowledged as much as
it should be. It is that one
just can't seem to leave
If there's anything this year taught me
My life is worth less than a haircut and a coffee
Only protest if you're white and miss
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