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She, she, life in death
She lets him live, her chosen one
"One after one by the star dogged moon
Too quick for groan or sigh
Each turned his face
a whole movie Teflon Don with a oozie
I take that back m16 you bet not screw me
See we all make mistakes but we walk by faith
We need an angel in North
water
My life won't take me farther
So Jesus have your way I'm your son your my father
You only live One Time
Jesus died for me One Time
Will you choose
late when they have taken your son your blood
When will our voice start to count
This issue's paramount
I'm worried for my health
They have got us all
meant
To rob an education from
In a private school as opposed to one
That yearly spits out another group of fools
Into a system designed to fail
Wait
man try to front, he get slugs in him
Because
He ain't a crook, son, son
He just a shook one, shook one (Shook one)
We live the life, that of diamonds
Wait let's talk about the things He's done
You have been living and depending that you speak in tongues
Keep speaking and let His will be done
I get God
afflicting you with horrible torment
And were slaughtering your sons and letting your daughters live
And in it was a tremendous trial from your Lord
treat us like opps to leave us dead in a box
Nobody love us but the hopeless, so we misunderstood
They feel like black lives don't matter, we just
a feeling just like this
But, I've grown up and out
No longer will I live this creed
Burn!
The feeling it returns
Another form
My stomach churns
Fright -
claim Hip-Hop is still alive
Like y'all ain't in agreement with Nas
I said it's dead motherfucker, it's dead, bitch
Join me in war, many will live
have to have ‘em
In fact if I don’t I’m gonna kill myself
I’ma thrill myself like Michael
I don’t throw jacks, I’m Jackson
I don’t go back, I’m back, son
Yeah, one love from Portland, Jamaica
Alborosie and Dada Son, yeah
(Whoa, yeah) Gramps Morgan, ay
We say one love from di east of Jamaica
We
that I'm on the right track
That when I get on we're all on and that I'll give back
Let 'em in, let 'em live
Let 'em in, yea let 'em live
Man let 'em
metres
I don't like you neither
Pop shit get your mommy shot
You a son of a bitch I blame your mom and pop
Run in your mommy's spot
Choke the bitch out
SON
God promised to send us the Savior. God promised to send us. The Savior
"'In those days and at that time
I will make a righteous Branch sprout
Why am I why am I not viewed as a human
Why cant I just live in peace
Why must I get harassed by the police
Why must I be on the ground
Why
It's so
knocked
Wait, Jack, I'm in some pussy, I was knee-deeper than Funkadelics
I am legend, that explain all the will that a nigga carry
Talkin' real big
wait
Hold On, hold on
Watch I steal the show
Aye! when I'm in the spot
Aye! know I steal the show
Aye! when I do it live
Aye! know I steal the show
Aye!
chair, hanging, and firing squad
Midnight tonight will mark the first execution
Death waits in my cell I can smell him
Somebody tell him that I still
'ma leave you
I'ma leave you
I got one last message though
This ain't for them
This is for us
I try not to worry
Everything will be just fine
What next in
by and I'm just laying in bed
Wondering what I did wrong, and why am I in my head
I have a problem with being impatient
Life's not bad I just don't
Slaves hebrews born to serve, to the pharaoh
Heed to his every word, live in fear
Faith of the unknown one, the deliverer
Wait something must be
A new life is mine
And that is why by the cross
I will stay
I believe in a hill called mount calvary
I believe whatever the cost
And when time has
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