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Uplifting for the children
There is no separate heaven
It's all in your creation
While I sing it to this nation
To empower mass thought affiliation
To think

the heavens singing
Other days are empty
The temperature's retreating
Some you lay your head at night
And wonder if she's by your side
You can't help to make it

what it is, back to the biz-

-ness at hand, what is the demand?somebody wants my attention this much is evident, but is it my dad, come from

Heaven

people say that they worship our Father in heaven
Who has made them all His children, who believe upon His Son
By whose blood eternal life can still be won

walk like she need her ass kissed,
Like hot wasabi I prolly could make her ass drip,
I’m inspired by woman, children and chalices,
satin sheets on top

any interruption my way
Make it back home by the end of the day
Children look up to me I don't do luckly
Caring for yours is all ima say
Bow our head

faith
hyphenate by definition I define my fate
It's a mystery how I compose words like a symphony 
Chemistry studies me baffled at my lack of entropy

Walking on the water
Man it got me so acidic
I got 2020 vision
Ima monster
Ima menace
Ima threat
Ima figment
Man I do it for the children
Been

Awoken by the pounding
And the crowd outside
I drive to the wall
But you are already there

Taking out the bricks
With our bare hands
There is a time

due to present vendettas
You even wanted children
Pretended you was too hasty
But I was scared of the thought that I would curse my babies
Sometimes I

here
I’m right by yo side shorty don’t fear
Loving yo mind it’s so sincere
While I’m on road I hope you gone hold
Me down take the wheel baby here steer

and threw a coin in a well 
Tailored by heaven even grandma could tell
Genuine Love for everybody Coz I don't know all of your battles as well 
Just know

Of the boy who came

Born poor and lowly a child so small
To young virgin mother in animal stall
The power of heaven presented to us
By angel chorus

Trees

ass to heaven when I put you in the grave
Took a lot out of me just to get me paid
So don't talk about the work cause I know you ain't got it
Pulling

The snow is falling
It’s cold outside
And Jack Frost nips at your nose
There’s carolers singing
And children playing
Lovers kiss underneath mistletoe

your mind 
Bottom line
We overlook
Take you for granted
We protest and march
See our freedom was handed
By brave ones, mothers, sons fathers daughters

Delivered by Bacardi
The damn grand finale
Bar me – I reach my last form, that Chris Farley
Your ticker tape bicker couldn’t harm me
Check the wristband
Mind

the
Wealth to the children
I ain’t stand by myself God is brilliant
How the drive in my brothers is brilliance
And my mother ain’t leave
I was tucked in her

sentences
While judges was sentencing
When he was out
Tried to show him
He wasn't listening
The city I'm livin' in
Hated by it's citizens
But everybody like

Mixture.
Picture this picture that.
Observe.
Listen. 
What you hear.
What you heard.
Mold it into a.
Word.
Imagine.
It’s like heaven.
I say hee.
As my bird

like
the waters : day by day : not long
and you'll cover it all : but for us :
who once filled this country : like
stars in heaven : it's summer's end

the
Lights in the Heavens
So I just wanna tell you
About how good God is today
And if you know like I know
Then you'll praise Him with me
Amen
C'mon
Let's go

time to face it
I saw a child crying just because her momma she was laying in the coffin
I was scrolling on the Internet
20 billion children dying just

flags and gay parades
Children acting like charades
Blinded by the things they watch
Schools controls the things they're taught
Religion kills freedom