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, they’ll know you by the numbness in your knees” If I could run the way your god conceals his gun He’d know that for all your pride, we’re all buried by
ain't no way back from that The pain in his voice echoes through the whole ward Kelly's so saddened by the shock of it all She can't speak, but the eyes
on track, we damn near got past crack Then every dope dealer got snatched back We all wit the black on black that's sad Is it really in our nature what make
laid her head beside my own. And tell my daughter Annie, whom I saw So like her mother, that my latest breath Was spent in blessing her and praying for
The more I find my voice the more they try to make it harder Mom and dad don't forget, to warn your sons and daughters (it's all real) About
As I lay. Six feet in the ground. I've got pain. Buried in this town. I swiped my card. Now I'm the richest man in the grave yard. Richest man in
more But I don’t care It make me go harder Feeling mixed emotions I was almost a father My only wish I get a son and a daughter Get all this money
You're about to ride in You said that You would pour Your Spirit out You said that You would fall on sons and daughters And so come Oh come, Lord come,
of all that's said and done The forgotten son This city's buried in defeat I walk along these no-name streets Wave goodbye to all As I fall
of all that's said and done The forgotten son This city's buried in defeat I walk along these no-name streets Wave goodbye to all As I fall
of all that's said and done The forgotten son This cities buried in defeat I walk along these no-name streets Wave goodbye to All As I fall
become, The king of all that's said and done The forgotten son? This city's buried in defeat, I walk along these no name streets, Wave goodbye
to follow They took the kids away, buried in mass graves A history that we're all forced to swallow A lesson in genocide for the fucking world In summer
stabbed in the back by fake friends Shit, before i ever thought about making the bread Before i ever thought about taking the meds Before I felt like I was
In Bruton town there lived a farmer Who had two sons and one daughter dear. One told his secrets to no other, but to his brother this he said,
In Bruton town there lived a farmer Who had two sons and one daughter dear. One told his secrets to no other, but to his brother this he said,
inside had died By this time Your son had walked his sister to his grandmas I was gone in the car Headed back to Cleveland Lost in thought weaving
I was an orphan No place to call home Not a son or a daughter I was on my own Now I'm living in the house of the Lord Cause Jesus came and He saved
So, He sent His Son, Jesus Christ Jesus came into this world Conceived by God's Holy Spirit in the virgin Mary He lived a perfect life, doing everything
now we're children of the King The favored sons and daughters, saved by the blood of Jesus So tell me death, where is your vict'ry and tell me grave
now we're children of the King The favored sons and daughters, saved by the blood of Jesus So tell me death, where is your vict'ry and tell me grave
of hours all off in your grave And to this wicked shit I am a slave But I like this [Chorus x2] The dead need freedom (A little air a little moonlight this
missin' you now, I know you see me smile I'm in this big-ass house, limited love, I need all Got off of drugs, I'm strong, no, they ain't feelin' me now
these atrocities And now we all must beg for their forgiveness Deaths That mark a painful past Bodies buried in mass Unmarked graves have no voice They
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