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Sacrifice
My sane to balance
I'm at levels fathomed
Only by am exorcist
Grab your cross your blessed water
Pray to son
And holy father
Say a hail Mary with

panic 
Sacrifice 
My sane to balance
I'm at levels fathomed
Only by am exorcist 
Grab your cross your blessed water 
Pray to son 
And holy father
Say

All American [Live]

Alabama

Alabama & Friends

2013

leaders
Close their eyes and turn their heads
Aren't we all on the same side

What if my sons class was closing down, by brothers house the bank sold

life
Embracing my son and daughter the good life
Getting some things in order the good life
And I gotta good wife... that's a good life

Yeah, And you

Woke up in my ride that I apparently crashed
Choked up but I'm fine not even a scratch
The interstates were closed three hours ago
Now empty cars all

You have given us
A new name
The sons and daughters of your righteousness
You have taking all of our shame
And given us the gift of holiness

and black hoodies
God'll prolly have me on
Some real strict shit no sleepin' all day
No gettin' my dick licked
Hangin' with the goodie-goodies
Loungin' in

has passed since my hand touched paper
Buried now in the days of yore
Ground and faded, my life's work obscured
Lost in volumes of forgotten lore

Hear

And believe us now, we're sure we'll fall
So it's bottoms up and spirits down and all the rest, my son

What are we waiting for
The sky's falling down

in all caps 'til a lower case pending
I live by the cold of the realest
A cold day in hell 'fore they take me back in or I'm snitching
Pray for me

Rodgers
Dicking down from the back I'm thinking damn, this somebody's daughter
Took a break for a second now I'm coming back harder
She came from off

The Drop

Viktor Vaughn

Vaudeville Villain

2003

the messenger

Bitch niggaz talk behind ya back like a catcher
Either M-Y-O-B or B-Y-O stretcher
In that order, man, woman ,son, daughter
The beat sound like

doesn't
Just let him have his way with her
He should have a dozen regrets by now but the
Look on his face isn't one of regret
He smothers her, gets in

buried in the quiet grave,
Could not be killed by poison or the knife.

My heart is sick with anguish for your bale;
Your woe hath been my anguish; yea, I

Gotta go harder
Gotta move smarter I got me a daughter, yeah
Son name Amari
That her lil brudda can't bench him he starting, yeah
Love em like crazy

to a god, abandoned
Zonin' on the couch
Starin' at my daughter, know there's a pill in this house 
That I'm obssessin' about poppin'
Reservations talkin',

guarantee we get em spinned
Treat my daughters like queens and my son gone be a prince
I'm in a foreign counting bands behind the tint
And ain't nobody

And The Band Played Waltzing Matilda

Eric Bogle

Scraps of Paper

1981

waltzed my Matilda all over
Then in 1915, my country said "son
It's time you stopped rambling, there's work to be done"
So they gave me a tin hat,

The lines they bluer
Buried in the grave of your words
You are the name - you are the name 
You are the name - I wish I never fucking heard

It will

shit is just sad
That our daughter gotta suffer cause I ain't kissing yo ass
You a narcissist
Everything gotta be an argument
When things don't go your

Queens Day

Nas

Crown Royal

1999

and daughters 
We all glow, and I'm proud to be all that I know 
Q-B-O-R-O, nigga, who I die for 
Survi-val, how we came a long way in solidarity 
Don't let

hero in the grave
I've seen much brighter days, I'm trying get away
I thought my bro was Superman until he caught a fade
I thought I would never see

of the island
Years may go by but the love's still the same
Dockworkers son and the kings only daughter
Passing away in a loving embrace

Now they're spirits

I been sitting the dark
All along with the tented windows
And not shifted gear in it park
Manslaughter and your death plottin full moon
And the mind