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your own
But by the sky 
You were born.

Indian spirits collected their soul
And the big grey warm afraid
Because the yellow butterfly was born.

Don't

year, another stepping stone
90's baby, yeah, you know I love the smell of smoke
90's baby and we onto the next episode
My house is full, my family matter

my heart is wicked
Tryna be led by the spirit so when I look back
Don't regret my decisions
I forget that I'm made in his image
That's how it feel when

honestly
Knowing this is history, love and the liberty

Walking through it gingerly, knew this was prophecy
Smells unfamiliar till my nose, I'm too potent

spirit is yet not a chasm less drear

You plunge with joy into this image of your own
You embrace it with your eyes and arms; and your heart
Forgets for

of you
And this track is filled with the truth
Weeks go by, nothing but shhh
You hear it? I don't hear it
Must be real pain niggas see in my eyes tryna

Even the thugs need love coming from above
But what God think is what you need to ask yourself
Ain't no school for this, it's something you gon' have

was burnin' as a bitch
Sometimes wish I could switch
Shots, making it stick
Broke, my spirit is rich
Y'all missing the truest, I be in the mix
Just got

All I want to do is make beautiful music
But rose in my lenses are dim lit
And lately I feel these dim wits
Permanently put blacks against black is

hedonic
I'll pray for your soul, Or is this another lie, another plan, another goal
Crucify!
Bring the biblical criminal chosen by the crowds of people in

The Holy Spirit said, "Speak, I'll cover you"

Drove home shakin' , a broken family man
Without you Lord, I cannot take the stand
Be with me Jesus, I have

turned red

Souls and spirits, wings of a white dove
I was deep in love, things fell apart
I followed my heart and led me straight to hell
But I was in

dey find
The beans and bread
Abeg give me the burger
Doing a miracle on the beat
Shouting Jah jehovah
Like i am the Father Son & Spirit
No i'm a rap

to you ‘till it changes 1 or 8 to zero
And if the CLOWN is in low spirits
Then all that’s in the world can never begin.

I’ll show to you a love
That can

his glory

But I guess my question is, why I'm still the same
Cause you know that I ain't living up to things I claim
And you know that I keep trying,

third eye, now you're feeling thoughtful
Now you are immortal, no longer a mortal
Governed by a presence which is incorporeal 
Prehistoric love is

on a hunch
Enjoy the punch
By Petr Yan
I guess it goes without sayin
I love the taste of my own blood
So dont stop yet one punch man
Hook left, right, left,

from that life, so you just got served
From a spiritual tongue, anointed by His word
Shedding light and prosperity is my destiny
With dreams to heal

BABY I’M GON FIND YOU

		Written by Johnnie B. Marshall, Jr.

Verse :		He who finds a wife finds a good thing
		All I want in life is to give you

serve,
Fox 4
Imma put a demon in the dirt
When my savior come a' lookin he gon find me in the church
I read the Bible when I wrote this song
John 4:9 is u

Men and creatures searching for luxury
We are that thing...embracing your spirit
We are all trying and praying for your mercy and
To taste your love

spine
But never known
Arteries
Slowly clog
Through the mist
Obscured by fog

Give to thee
Let us see
Nothing more
Nothingness
Pain is dead
Black venom
All

ambassadors of our thoughts conveyed
I promenade
In the shade provided
By the dour clouds and the pendulum blade
Youth, was a, mundane prison
My mind, was the,

eyes
We'll never win by refusing alliance
No, won't live my life like this
My spirit won't comply
Just like an alchemist
I brewed my own demise here
But