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Trail Of Tears
Written by Barbara Blue and  Davor Hačić	
Big Bad Blue Music 

On the Great Smoky Mountains in the Valleys with sacred mounds
You can

Intervention (Let It Go)

Saigon

The Greatest Story Never Told, Chapter 2: Bread and Circuses

2012

buried in the cemetery
And I could be hate when you never know
Sometimes you just gotta say fuck it and let it go

All these drugs and all these hoes

they just don’t see how they see color, shit
Sometimes I can’t think the same
Like my mind wrapped in chains
Supplied by all these brand names
Tellin' me

playin with my top they dont know that im on it
Ima wake up and leave by myself in the morinin
Ima love on you hoe till you say you dont want it

If you

her eldest son in and out of
The prison and women like his daddy
And daughter 15 dropping a baby on the family

This is a message to my little sisters

The newly wed couples
were blessed by one and all.
Dasaratha returned to Ayodhya
with his sons and daughters-in-law.
King Dasaratha was growing older.
So, he

won for me
You have won for me 
There's wondrous power in Your name 
You stand undefeated 

Yeah, You're the undefeated one

All for love took my place

though
She a dancer but a grade A student though
Pump went to Harvard, well fuck it, I'm goin' to Yale (Wop)
Free Meek Mill, free all my niggas in jail

man's sinless Son
Messiah, King, God's Holy One
Holy
Jesus Christ, this Saviour Lord
This Son, this God, this King of all
Holy

No grave could hold Him

her son
Tell my baby mama loving her was fun
Tell my daughter she will always be my one and only love

And if I'm gone
Tell all my enemies that I was

through the shallow
But bountiful graves
Though we buried our past below
In our mind it always stays scraping
Crawling trying to get out
The nightmares that

Point The Finga

2Pac

Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z.

1993

sleep
I'm steady pumpin' bullets in your sheets
Wake up, motherfucker, don't stutter
Point blank by a nigga from the gutter, yeah
Gimme mine, gimme

the map or fly to Vietnam 
And find a place to write all my sad songs 

I kinda want a son who is loved by his mother
And a daughter who is friends with her

They where the sons of this place so vast
Daughters of ancient great white north lands
A cross in thier hand with violent intent
A bible to cleanse

Heaven and Hell, on a journey to find my self
Feelings of regret, fabricated by demons in shells
From people you love and people you've never even

door

So come out from behind your bunkers
'Cos the lift-off's been a bust
Oh Papa's Gone and Mama's dead
And buried in my rocket dust
You're alone now

passion baby
Fashion fall in line
Captions all in mind
If the daughter mine

I don't wait for the church bell tolls to let me know I'm glowing
Can't hate

fade away

I hate to say it bud
But you ain't no special bug
We all get crushed by a foot so fucking large
And we ain't got nowhere to run
Forever buried

Dear Mr. President

Paris

Hard Truth Soldiers, Vol. 1

2006

a vendetta
Get Saddam by any means and make man chedda
In 4 years you grow 600 million
The bush family
Oil tycoons
They're worth billions
You even pissed

by Lough Sheelin side

I buried her down in the churchyard low
Where in the springtime the wild flowers grow
I shed no tears for my tongue felt dry

slowly fading away
As I rest my all in your hands
In your name God I'll prevail
I'll prevail

I sing like a child
A child that's protected
Protected by

tender the manager the bar owner with some more I made a whole crowd
Got my freak on that was no doubt
Had all these bitches in the high clouds
Getting

Hatred and Slaughter

Carnifex

Die Without Hope

2014

everything that should never be read
Written alone in the arms of the dead

This is a world where I am loved only by death
Dragged into the grave
An ocean

You can read it in the journals
You can smell a country's fear
91% of kids killed by bullets are living here
You can talk about the left and right