Lyrics:
Old man sits there
By the windmill of time
Taking stock
For the bird-struck flight
On the crest of a hill
Is where he spends all his time
Taking just
weed in a time of need
Lord, I got down on my knees and believed
Apple pie where my body's made of lead, oh
Apple pie bed, apple pie where my body's
with the jello
She could juggle that, make a poor man pat his pockets
When he struggling, with 2 hands she smuggling
You couldn't palm with that
to the blackness around me take me home
Oh Lord we need this Great Revival
To change the hearts of man to ensure our own survival
So stand up and understand
A death in the streets
Or a life with no sleep
God bless the unfortunate sons
Oh lord to the beat of the streets he screamed as he caught every round
snowwhite and black
Songtext and who feels Lord he knows it
and what he sees is dreader than dread
Lyrics red tears stealing your hope man
but you can´t
off Deer Slayers by their sides
Two blind hillbillies plum out their minds
Chorus
Every man must reap just what he sows
Now the wife and kids they
baby,
& you're always by my side
but instead, ya going around town
sleeping around doing every guy in town
Going through your cell phone
sexting
Don’t Stop – Sonny Cleveland
Oh my good lord what a feeling
All of this joy I’ve been stealing
We all need someone
someone that can make us believe
Man I'm on it damn
Aye, unchained is that Thug
That nigga Thug is wild
Yeah, yeah you know its me
Young Thug to the G
I like to take it, you know
lord forgive us another
(funeral) more times than not it's niggas
That's real cool with you
Probably drunk a brew or two and
Now niggas is shooting you
Oh, Lord
Let me die a wealthy man
I'll give all that I can
Cold cash
Right here in my hand
Sweet love
Let me take you
Break through
Touch you
Taste
inconsistency
One man gang, I'm the general of this infantry (go!)
Angry infant, I am fired up and still charging (charge)
Oh gee, yelling at your kids like
Yeah, what 'bout them
Huh, yeah, what 'bout them
Ooh, yeah, what 'bout them
Wassup?
Oh Lord, Jetson made another one
Keed talk to 'em
Walked
at a hundred and three
Her singing it was rapture, it was ecstasy.
Oh yeah
Madam Lisa of the stars
Messenger of hope
She was the messenger
Everyday you hear the people talkin'
They say they're takin’ a stand
They're lookin' for a cause they can believe in
For the welfare of man
But all
(Z-Ro talking)
Motherfucking Z-Ro, tired of this
Motherfucking passenger side man
When I'ma drive
(Chorus - 2x)
Living in the passenger side
I want
ANCESTRAL LANDS
There's too much to fear inside this world
You want me to explore but I won't go
Oh I'm never happy, I can't stand to be myself,
comply
All we ever want is to let that shit fly
Yea yea i line niggas up
With no clippers juilette
Man even though i based in Queens
I ain't a med faire
A cold night, a blind emotion
Memories that still live in me
A black sun in a nightmare land
Come to me, look at my brocken heart
Oh my lord, guardian
Yeah
Lord knows I been hella patient
Member when they said that we'd never make it
Used to take the stairs now we alleviating
Girls out were celebate
I'm feeling his pain
Stretched out in a back seat, a good man driven to drink
Oh and its getting hard to see
All that I wanted (All…) … was my chance
toll
If you've been bad, Lord, I bet you have
And you've not been hit, oh, by flying lead
You'd better close your eyes, oh, and bow your head
Wait for
Thou flowing water, pure and clear
Make music for thy Lord to hear
Alleluia, alleluia
Thou fire so masterful and bright
That givest man both warmth
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