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Seasons go by, hope I make it through this episode

Heaven knows this complex web of Ebb and Flow
Will have you praying like a soldier writing letters home

I was sent by god out on this journey 
But never for a single second did I believe 
Judges and kings all fall from their towers 
Before my closed

tripping,
Prep for war with DMX's Slipping.

Thought we were done when we lost Big-Pun,
Then Covid imposed on Fred the God Son.

Gave us hits that still fill

I am down here in the dark
I'm the keeper of your soul
Once a good son then cast from the kingdom
cn angel far from home

Disobey the will divine

MY SEcSON MY TIME LYRICS

Where are the praisers 
In this place. Where are the men of Issachar 
It is our time 
It is our season
To take back all

from d pain
I heal up by my lonely too much scar life u know na war
I break em and I mix em pour in soda watch em surf
Came back from d mud as I go up de

form of order
• Until I met the Son of God
	Who gave me living water

Chorus:
• Thank you Lord for giving me the water that sustains
• This water which

Down on the bayou
There lives an old man
Makes his living
By working with his hands
When the sun goes down
You can hear that funky sound
He starts

changes
Not here
Not here
This youth is tired of growing
Through the tempest and the game
You’d better stick with us my son
Now we’re the pulpit

Sarah scraped her knee running up the street
So we went inside the house
Alcohol burns, you live and learn
But some things she don't need to find out

Can I say something?
Umm
I'm the type of person
if you ask me a question
and I don't know the answer
imma tell you that I don't know
But I bet you

Since young we feel the love
Grow up like three’s by sun above
No matter how the weather was
I had to go i have purpose
I’ll touch the sky i felt

It's Breez (everybody now)
It's Weez (time to show the whole world)
We gon show the world
What we're all about
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
Ooh Bratz,

friends I couldn't trust one
My brother stay close
Already lost some

Bang bang bidang bang bang
If anything threaten my sons

I'm trying to get by
They

won't filter out this Son
Now you are seen by everyone

Geriatric jellyfish
Floating in a dangerous abyss
Homeland doesn't look quite as free
Bring your

The final bow was done
But we live on through the pictures
Exodus, Son, I cut your cord as a witness
Can't live to see you breathe 'cause the storm I'm

of my options I beat the beast like I beat on my meat
Or the beat of a drum, call me the sum of a son of a motherfucker
Driving like a mad trucker, tuck

You're my reflection
Blood of my blood
My son!

burning his flag, uh huh
That lil' boy my son
Yeah, lil' bitch im yo goddamn dad, huh
You better go away, and run away fast
Yeah, fuck a lil' choppa, I pull

promised the Fam all of my niggas a few of my bitches uh
Kiki Shepard rub show love to the genie
I'm granting em wishes (oouu oouu oouu)
Far by minding your

God rest ye merry gentlemen
Let nothing you dismay
Remember Christ our Savior
Was born upon this day
To save us all from Satan's power
When we were

the twenty two in the boot
Tape wrapped around the butt of the gun
Heat about as hot as the sun
Leave you tangled in my flow like a web spun
Plot on me? You

to run, but she didn't have,
The guts to leave her son who was born,
On a day in the spring, grow up to respect her,
So much, for all that she had lost,

the coach found an ice pick stuck threw his cranium
the assitence coach said son I'm you biggest fan

Mama was a Hitman 

She baked seined cookies and red car