Lyrics:
someone else|And you put them before yourself|And you don't think about what you're givin up|That's Love||An old man sits by his wife's bed and she don't
to be judged
You'll get what you fucking deserve
You son of a bitch
One by one
Oblivion's peak
all my damn life
Clam might, step to my letter and I stand by it
Try it, we ain't holding back if it backfires
Lax, not the ones who carry crack 'til
determination to protect their king
I witnessed the prophecy come true as the king was slain by this vile thing
Well, the story has come to an end
I hope you
first blade at nine
By the age of twelve, slap bine, fifteen, beat a court case
I flying it on the strip, that's all day
It's clear mine's different
Ten years gone by since you've gone and I still hate what you did
To my life to my soul, father why? Why...
Ten years you wasted to shape your
Rhythm and rhyme schemes are ignored it's horrid/
Son, if you can't flow - then become a comedian a ghost writer or poet/
If you ain't repping
I was the son of a wagoner, born with a heavy load
I grew up at the old home place, down by the Rockford Road
Down by the Rockford Road
For years I
selfish ambition
We confess to You our lust, oh Lord bring us to repentance
See, we were captured by sin
We were seized, now we need to be captured
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You don't use our music to get high
Then use our music to get by
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Break!!
[Chorus]
Ooh-ooh, ooh-oo-oo-ooh
Ohh,
debout
You stand by me
i need your love
You stand by me
i need your love
Il faut que je rentre
Que l'on me retrouve avec mes reufrés
Aucun regret, Toutes
We're teaching it in the streets
cwake,
No more Do we sleeping now
Smote you
Like nehemiah
With a spiritual beat down
Washed by the word with
Struggling for the freedoms of all people
In a crowd or standing alone
They were women loving one another
And you'd know what they were thinking of
'Cause
There was no time for goodbyes. As hard as I've grown I'll miss 'em.
I've loved you all more than these weary hands could shot.
I wouldn't want to be
the Old Polina
You need not try my sons
We challenged all both great and small
From Dundee to St John's
Art Jackman set his canvas
Fair Weather
Sit back now
Let me tell you a tale
Where justice does not prevail
About an ill-fated life
So very full of strife
Where two wrongs do not make
to hunt for the chumps
Carryin' them high notes like a trumpeter
They shoot as straight as arrows and run through the shadows
As sons of a gun or dirty
on the shoulder
She said, "in time all is revealed, box of light be unsealed
Now listen to me son, be like the skin on the drum"
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And as the pepper gas
you son you've done your civic duty
Perfect record no mistakes
It's time to show the world your effort
Bring the leather have a taste
You can't keep
to you.
False eyes, forked words, I'm ten.
Now that I see you're just a man.
Recruiting your followers.
And this world is not one by your hands.
vow
You'll pay in a paragon of sorrow, you made my son
Your brother's bane
My greed and gain
Your brother's bane
My greed and gain
Somehow, by
tired of doing
everything by myself
I need some help along the way
Don't want to be left behind
left behind left behind
So they say you are the Son
SOULS
HERE WE LIE
THE SONS OF A BROKEN AGE
ONE BY ONE
LIKE BROTHERS WE'RE FALLEN
ON THIS STONE
THESE WRITINGS REMEMBER YOU
WHERE YOU ARE
of our Lord
who brought peace back
to angels and men
when you bore Christ!
Pray your son
that he may show favor to us
and blot out our sins,
giving us help
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