Lyrics:
lost, He gave all He could give
To show us the reason to live
As the years went by we learned more about gifts
The giving of ourselves and what that
Because my woman is fine as wine
And she goes by the name of Louis Line
But she didn't come here with me this time
I'm feeling real sad, but not that bad
my whip looks like it should be owned by Jeremy Clarkson or Richard Hammond
Feds pull me like I'm a drug baron
Chatting bare shit, can't understand
rites by bonfire with druids you might construe it
Holy matrimony of Heaven and Earth be where the truth is
I told y'all ama burn it to the ground and I
the reason
(I am justified)
That I'm justified
(Oh, I can be glorified)
He is risen
(By Your blood)
So that I may rise
(He is risen) He is risen
(So, I have
Chopper bang on your door like Fred when he locked out
Hot boy walk with the Glock out fuck all that talk wanna see how you rock out
Take a stroll through
an undertaker
Ma life is precious & you know I cannot forsake her
By the time iMeet ma maker He'd be proud of how He made her
Ofcos ofcos bwoy surely I believe
'Round here you can die with your homie
'Round here you can die by your lonely
We come on your side for no reason
Shoot it up and then smile when we
on laughin' just so I wouldn't cry
Anyway, he bought blue orchids for my hair
I felt like Ginger Rogers after she lost Fred Astaire
I got by last night
explanation
All he needs is a bad boy driver
To help him escape from the destination
If you live by the gun, die by the gun, yeah
If you live by the gun,
a reason
Now you know why
Need you to give a solution
cnd not a reason
I use to make excuses for people I loved
I was blinded by my emotions
cnd not
God bless America land that I love
Stand beside her and guide her
Through the night with a light from above
This land is your land, this land is my
to say
Reminded me I'm a nigga by
The things they say
Cops killing Blacks in broad day
Ain't reason, man, what's the reason
Michael Dean, Breonna Taylor
Morgan
Hammond organs
Playing soundtracks
To our lives
With banjos
Guitars
Standup basses
Going places
With some aces
Go to house shows
Who is playing
alone
No one to say I love you, ow, ow
And you feel your hope is gone
Try to call your best friend
But he's not there
So you wind up feeling
thing that he had made, and, behold, it was the best thing he could do.
Finally, after sleeping the whole weekend, Leonard is waked up by his old friend
avowals of
Religious faith to maintain an
Aura of respectability our
Civilization, such as it is
Was shaped by religion
And the men who aspire to public
to catch the 40 bus around the way
Me and Fred Benz, slanging tapes
All these things, that we did
Grab the microphone and start screaming "Bitch!"
You
He got up from his own bed
And he thanked Marley and the spirits,
Then he suddenly laughed and said:
“I don't know what day it is!”
So he opened
and he's loved by kids
Pay attention and let me tell you who Charlie Mack is
He's our homeboy from around the block
He's reguarded through the city
dead
He goes by many names, but the end result is the same
But the liquor store is the same game
Who sold them booze to the Whos in Whoville?
You give
stepping at the function
Keith Lawrence is a weapon of mass destruction
Brixton DJ and he played the funk, son
A local hero yo, but now he ain't unsung
how blood drys as a mother cries
Open eyes gettin' landed on by flys
There's no disguise for the ones who harassin'
The reason for the illin' is
Transfixed by this dark haired Loita
Who worked on him effortlessly
So innocently he had no reason to mistrust
Her looking up at him with
Her lazy brown eyes
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