Lyrics:
(New words & music by DeCormier/Stookey/Yarrow/Travers)
Children go where I send thee: how shall I send thee?
Well, I'm gonna send thee one by one
Love is a flame
A devil's thing
A violent storm
About to be born
Just look in these eyes
See all the lies
All the things you see
You cannot
Spread the word of the prince of peace
Prepared warrior like Lamasani
Go to the camp and get set free
Find a church, where the word is preached
Commit
32 is dead
Let's keep it going on
Let's see what happened next
Next day all three of us went driving by our new address
That brand new whipple home
the flames were rolling high
I'm glad I was born for an engineer, on the C&O road to die
The doctor said to Georgie, my darling boy, be still
Your life
to believe
Now the fear we all once held is a breath we must attain
Because those who sow in flames in ashes they shall reap
Ashes are all that you're left
forgives me
For not turning into what she wanted me to be
Time's one thing that I can't turn back
Born in the Trap and man knows that
Drink is just
know still hate me
Facts, never tripping
Personal message to them niggas
I'm shit on ya vicious
My word is bond
My word is bond
My word is bond
know still hate me
Facts, never tripping
Personal message to them niggas
I'm shit on ya vicious
My word is bond
My word is bond
My word is bond
could've been born anywhere but I was born here
I could've been born anywhere
I'm 28 now I see my life so clear
With you by my side I don't have no fear
I
W3 ENT Wanted World Wide
Man we born to win, born to win
Whatever the circumstances, by any means,
We born to win
We would of never made it
W3 ENT Wanted World Wide
Man we born to win, born to win
Whatever the circumstances, by any means,
We born to win
We would of never made it this
W3 ENT Wanted World Wide
Man we born to win, born to win
Whatever the circumstances, by any means,
We born to win
We would of never made it
is the first week of July by the way folks. About three or four days
later... we must have got there around the 30th of June. Anyway, what a great
you down just to prove it
Three layers deep, still keep my dreams lucid
Third eye blind till I ate a few shroomies
Then by the third time I was trippin
'em dirty until my conscience is clean (woo)
Like RJ Payne, what are y'all sayin'?
Not sure, but all this spit will put out all y'all flames
I'm
the entire state
And straight to hell, got an impaled by the gates
So Satan stuck his face in an ashtray
While I sashayed around flames with a match and I
for
Rap got shady's ID over it like a passport
It's why when it comes to war other rappers say pas when I ask for it
I was born not burnt by the fiery
rap for
Rap got Shady's ID over it like a passport
It's why when it comes to war, other rappers say pas when I ask for it
I was born not burnt by
ration
Its bad health and industrial sadness
Never helped by tofu franks or sadistic maggots
This addiction is more random
I walk door to door Mormon
made me who I am from the words you said
Some people have to learn
Some people wait there turn
Some people but not me
I was born a champion
John 3:3 except a man be born again
He cannot see the kingdom of God
Take heed cos these're the words of Jesus
Let's get it
Except a man be born
written
So let it be done
To kill the first born pharaoh son
I'm creeping death
(Die) (is that everyone?)
Die by my hand
I creep across the land
Love is a flame
A devil's thing
A violent storm
About to be born
Just look in these eyes
See all the lies
All the things you see
You cannot
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