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Ms. Ebony!
With your natural hair, and your black fist raised in the air!
Ms. Ebony!
I love your skin, I love your soul
When you got black, who
an inward witness to do or not to do something.
The Holy Spirit will guide us in ways that are Supernatural.
For those who are led by the Spirit of God are
And by the time the party's through I won't feel my legs
My friends are gonna bring rum to the party
Some Peach Tree Schnaaps, and gallons of Bacardy
And by the time the party's through I won't feel my legs
My friends are gonna bring rum to the party
Some Peach Tree Schnaaps, and gallons of Bacardy
bended knee thing
My feelings are so sure
I know when it's you girl, you girl
Sunshine and the flowers, jealous of the power
Of you girl, you girl
,
Though you're not tangible,
A feeling so rare.
It's your essence, Love,
I feel in the air.
Close my eyes
Close my eyes
Close my eyes
When I Close My Eyes
Yes, I do it for you, Jane, I love you so
My kingdom is flourishing and still it will grow
Our castle, it shimmers with silver and gold
My lady is
greatness (Uh-huh)
My man Hell Rell's in the building, BX borough. (Uh-huh)
J.R. Writer's here, you know he's the Writer Of Writers
Right now, I don't know
you who they are, believe them."
6) "You can never be great at anything unless you love it."
7) "You may not control all the events that happen
The willows turn to blood might of worked
Sip a little, litter it, love it
Without big beetles trying to sell him
Sunflower seeds by the bucket might of
Tugboat
something, do you like monster movies?
Anybody?
(yeah!)
I love monster movies, I simply adore monster movies, and the cheaper they are, the better they are
Time is Truly wasting
There's no guarantee
Smile's in the making
You got to fight the powers that be
Got so many forces
Staying on the scene
Giving
love it when you call me big poppa"
Throw your hands in the air, if you'se a true player
"I love it when you call me big pop-pa"
To the honies gettin'
not here to look fly, by dissin on some guy
I'm here to hit on ladies with my motherfuckin rhymes
these are troubled times and we need to squash
and air through this area from the front of your body to your core as you inhale the power to communicate. Exhale deeply, sending the blue light backwards
Do You (Really) Love Life?
The unborn son
I am a fetus being created by Jesus
Fearfully and wonderfully made, Amazed at this Genius
My brain with
Trap by the bars
Of my first hi
I captured you in my sight
And my love for you
Expands as wide as the gazes in the sight in the sky
But to atone
to perform it
Drink the Cristal at the same time
Get intoxicated till we lose are minds
The crowd separated as we start to shine
I lift you in the air your
your lady gets her power
From the goddess and the stars
You get yours from the trees and the brooks
And a little from life on Mars
And I've known you for
girl
Shes my digital girl
[Jamie]
My homies never seen
But I always got you right here for me
Tucked in my louis computer bag
Wherever you are I could
on like a light switch, power it off
If I see that you are too hard on yourself
Then girl, feel free to call my cell phone
I don't wanna see you suffer
Yo, the bare facts make 'em take Flight like Air Max
Hypodermic raps, share it and you'll both have tracks
Dope man supply fire to wax, push your
to ourselves with greater kindness and compassion.
Let's begin by finding a comfortable position whether sitting up or laying down. If you are laying down,
And feel each move you make
Your voice is warm and tender
A love that I could not forsake
'Cause I am your lady
And you are my man
Whenever you
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