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They told the lord pardon this heathen
They've gone so far to call me a demon
Labeled blasphemous for all of this preaching
Guess Im the reason for

Achieved
Long live my people
Free my dawgs
And to my loved ones
Just make a call
Ian stunting
I just like to ball
Ian fucking
I want the jaw
I got

Word
Amazed by your great love for me
In serving my time, purpose I'll find
Serving God's people in need
When I go outside myself, and answer your call

you
You can lead the band and play too
Lead the lamb to Jesus
Free the land he came to
Tarnished and been raved through
Garnished by the same crew
So do

People say that time heals all things but I say, it's a prison. We'll never be free. I'm filled With regret. Days like this I can't help but dwell

beckons with its call
Space settlers back to their favorite trade
"All hands! Stand by! Get ready for freefall!"
And the lights down below us start

THIS I KNOW

Born in a hurricane
No one to call my name.
always been on my own
‘cause I had to go it alone.
Moved to the streets of L.A.
to learn my

THIS I KNOW

Born in a hurricane
No one to call my name.
always been on my own
‘cause I had to go it alone.
Moved to the streets of L.A.
to learn my

And a lost cause I'm finding out
At the end of the day no matter what you say
With what those lips do
No I don't trust you

Call me out of your mind and high

Yeah
Yeah
Still Jones
Uh
Uh
Uh
Loving you is pain loving you is pleasure
Loving you by any means I love with no measure
Your love is priceless it's

or not, but I'm thinking at least 47. rhunekincaid @rhunekincaid Sep 10 2014"Hey Mr. Tambourine Man, learn a real instrument" by Snob Dylan
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well, wow 
I've been by myself
Yeah I'm who gets myself ‘round 
You think that I'm lonely 
You're the one with self doubt 
I've been moving slowly 
I know

You always were the hardest goodbye
I hope you get your chance to fly somewhere down the line
Carolyne
Oh, I'll call out through the night
Oh, I'm

baggage
I'ma love my music, this what you call passion
You took my love and ran with it
Guess you took my words for granted
My auntie told me I shouldn't

steaks wit big joe
My brother kory ward to the plug he was the cord
High powered pepper head right by that corner store
From them spanish boys botanica

the phrase by now so say along with me
Just grab somebody close to you and kick them in the teeth

independence
I hope you weren't depending
On we're all created equal to go live some kind of dream
And I'm not sure that sparklers
Or $20 parking
Is gonna get me

drink mix. 
Break a whole nug down like a prefix. 
I'm still giving niggas time to drop they hardest shit. 
These jut some free lil throwaways what I call

door
And if it's up to me I'd be free
Living in this place I call home
When it feels like nothings left out there
And it seems like life has passed you

spiral downwards into an endless void
free fall towards the petrified ground
accelerate to terminal and deadly speed
so excited by your growing panic

python, park car, beat cheeks in secrecy, uh
The meter is the beat, I call it, corner pocket
Off by 3 degrees, damn
Consolation is a Reese's piece
No more

but for you and me

We're pissed off...

c double figures growth in spread income
Seems not enough for all you financial scum
Staff get fired cause

Simply waiting on an answer
Much was said, no words were spoken
Though I already did my time
Alone at last, i'm free to call
My shadows cast, across

gets to fame
On a dark planet it fills me up with shame