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out a bone rosary and said I've carried this with me for eight years, here,
take it. I'll get another. I accepted the gift with thanks. We hugged
And know it's broken
I have the room to spread my wings so let me
Show you what I mean by
Happy birthday to me
I guess that makes me 18
I'm old enough
they medicate I meditate alleviate me from my life
I'm cutting your belly open I'll choke you with your intestines
The crime you have manifested
Just twenty short years from the day you were born, you died by the hangman's hand.
Yes, they're hanging Joe Bean this morning, for a shooting that he
have got no kingdom in this world
I'm through, through, through
Talk to me, Jesus Christ
There may be a kingdom for me
Somewhere if I only knew
Then
your bitch ass when I was living in Ago
I can’t let you niggas tell me how to spend my shit on God
If this don’t make me happy I'ma die trying
I’ll be
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday
It's a lonely place, it's a lonely place you're far away
In this lonely place, gotta see your face I gotta say
Baby
do, I don't care I if get caught
The DA can play this motherfuckin' tape in court
I'll kill you
I ain't playin', hear what I'm sayin', homie I ain't
do, I don't care I if get caught
The DA can play this motherfuckin' tape in court
I'll kill you
I ain't playin', hear what I'm sayin', homie I ain't
Verse 1: (Lloyd)
Dad I'm sending you this letter to let you know
I've been thinking 'bout you
All the kids at school are ready for the holidays
I challenge you
I challenge you all
For all you own
And all you know
And by all the powers of darkness
I will steal what is mine
Surrender
with it as he pleases
[ROGER]
Happy birthday, Jesus!
[BENNY]
The rent
[MARK]
You're wasting your time
[ROGER]
We're broke
[MARK]
And you broke your
to God and you'll see your burdens become light
Cause all that matters in the end is if we know Christ
One thing matters above all
Jesus I answer the call
in that case, in that case, what do you have?"
He says "All I got right now is this box of one dozen starving, crazed weasels"
I said "OK, I'll take
stay in the house for? (Why?)
If it ain't real, what you open your mouth for?
Yeah, I'm a team player, but I'll do it without y'all
I'm fighting them
clay shoes
Playing 1-4-5 chords like good news
And cursed with skin that calls for blood
They put their face and feet in mud
But oh they
the Spices divine, but the Feast they've designed
is like Beakers of Brine and some Rice and some Peas
You and I've been deceived
I ain't happy living Life
these hopeless nights, dreaming 'bout the limelight
But everything is nothing, if there's no-one left to share it with
So this one is for you, my rose, my
've done for me
You've been so good
Good to me
Ah Yeah
Ah Yeah
Ah Yeah
Ah Yeah
Ah Yeeaah
Ah Yeah
Ah Yeeaah
Ah Yeah
When I got up
Early this morning
I told
to live for the One we nailed
This same Jesus, you know the One we Hail
With lips but not with lives
Time see with the heart and not with our eyes
See
says it all the way
Nothing can get in my way
And no matter what tomorrow may bring you I'll be right
At your side with open arms and opens eyes
You know
as he pleases
Happy birthday, Jesus!
The rent
You're wasting your time
You're broke
And you broke your word, this is absurd
There is one
Which is a small price for Lysol wipes and
If my palms brush across my pants, I wash my hands
Shit, hold on, man
Motherfucker
Happy birthday
and the graces strike to you
Happy birthday to you
I just wish the best for you
I know you've older now
Do better, better, better
May jesus always bless your way
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