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It's 2AM and I can't seem to fall asleep
And by 3AM I've given up on counting sheep
Before you know I'm sweating right up through my sheets
And now

an early grave
Never took the time to spend the money that she saved

Bah bah black sheep sold his wool for cash
In a can around his neck he had quite

“AIN’T WE ALL” © By LARRY MCCOY/MATT STELL/TAWGS SALTER
 
THE LOVERS, THE FIGHTERS
THE WRONGERS, THE RIGHTERS
AND EVERYBODY IN BETWEEN
THE MOVERS,

contact high
Teach the child who is king
Follow your lead or they'll die
He knows all but kiss his ring

Outcast
Your will in repugn
Black sheep, kneel
Bend

know by now everytime I got the green I always ring the Gong
Cuz they won't even listen unless you're the one singing the song
I'll tell you what's

know by now every time I got the green I always ring the Gong
Cuz they won't even listen unless you're the one singing the song
I'll tell you what's

an early grave
Never took the time to spend the money that she saved

Bah bah black sheep sold his wool for cash
In a can around his neck he had quite

Living my life, like an outcast
And I’m feeling, like a clown
Being inconspicuous, like a black sheep
Feeling down, when the hatred rains down, uh

As I walked down the road at set of sun, The lambs were coming homewards, one  
     by one,
I heard a sheep-bell softly calling them Along

So While time passed by it seems, to go away faster
So every play you make
Will destroy the taste of living, by now just be free
The sense of what

Man
Yes my friends I've been born again
I'm the black sheep who while shepherds sleep
Will do anything to bring a government down.

In a coat

a war on sheep 
Because I know that I'll be judged upon the company I keep 
It's all peace 

To the promise land awaiting my arrival 
I was rinsing off

Antithesis to pop culture, epitome
Saddened by the zombie-like state, this delinquency
Standing in the belly of the beast, the enemy
Dodging all

hear a click?
Hang it up (better hang it up)
Niggas catch you, you alone?
Hear a click? Hang it up
This wolf ain't in sheep's clothing, my pack with me

the spirit of '79
Legacy livin' in Gifted; a premonition
Predicted by the mystics - sleep in and miss it, or
Arise to the Priory of Scion - fire inside 'em
We

about the things of Christ
A lost sheep
But you came and found me
I heard your Word and it changed my life
You took me outta the darkness
And now I can

so hard you thought a Nigga died
Describe yo man in three words she said sick and tired
Other women playing safety he ain't getting by it
Now she

Each day clicking by as the seconds slip away
Trying to hold true and do it your own way
Life loaned you lemons with interest rates and tax
poisoned

will count my mistakes
Let the sheep take a break
I could do with a little patience

Let me try this again but less heavy handed
I can tell by your

their wool and butchering their meat. selling by the pound full. Is what I do all week
Have money
Making all my dough off sheep on death row
Have money

Lucid, awake in a dream
Haunted by violent things
I don't know what anything means
I can't see what the truth is
I feel so fucking useless
Sometimes

Sing this lovely lullaby and you'll go to sleep
Close your eyes and say goodbye we not counting no sheep
There's a mystery waiting for you to crack

Hope they simmer
Sown
But they dont
They say they know this bout You yet
They dont know you tho
The massive
Collection of slurs you throw
PIECE by PIECE

You feed fascist lies to your redpilled sheep
And they think their wolves and that just scathing

You promise me I'll hang by my damn nape,
You act like