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We get down every Friday night
Dancing and grinding in the pale moonlight
Grand Ole Opry we're feeling alright
Mary prays the rosary for my broken

The winds 
Have woken
Stirring up the waves
From the past

The ocean in turmoil
Shaken by chaos
Pulling me back down
To its trenches

Flood and tide

Inside the wound. Deeper inside the wound. 
I search for truth in a sea of sin. Only to be judged by lesser men. Temptation rising.           It's getting

hand
This is the price you pay
 

These are the dying days
Wasted lives on the wars we wage
All forgotten in ice or flames
It ends the same, (oh) we

I'll give my middle finger to the world
And stand by as it burns
There's not a single sound that can be heard
Through the smoke and flames
Fire

I want you by my side
And I'll fall down to my knees and kill my pride

And I can't see you though you're two feet in front of me
And I hear what you

feel the same
It's me and you on the late night flame

Side by side, we pulling up in that Benz ride
At my place of business and I'm
Feeling a certain

exhale myself clear

When the world feels upside down
And no one is around
I walk into a cloud and disappear 

I spark a flame like a church acolyte

Back! Down! (Aye, Aye)
Fight! Never! Back! Down! (Aye, Aye)

I don't make black music I don't make white music
I make fight music for people in pain

you were holdin' it down, it's hard to leave
And by the way of my head in the clouds, it's hard to see
But by the wayside, we fell by the wayside

to choose the version 
The system we are living in is their legislation 
Now who you gonna trust for your information? 
Most media is owned by one corporation

Shame
cnd our vows are tested now
In denial
Carried by a star with no name
Who fans the flame

the same
The rivers of the world will flush flame red
One last time tracing the path a raindrop makes
On the bed of dark brown soil
Only to spoil and dry in

top all the way down to the ground, to the ground yea
Aye, burn it straight to the ground
making that money we smoke by the pound
Bitches they talking

In every state and every city
I can't help it I like steak and I like titi's
You can't help it you just faking ya saddity
Calm down I like Ratchet

Dearie

Ethel Merman

There's No Business Like Show Business: The Collection

1997

presented by Barnum
Sang her sweet lullaby
Test your memory my Dearie,

Chicago all in flames
Sure caused a terrific row
They blamed it on Mrs.

again

So we’ll take it slow
Down this one way road
That I drive alone
These streets feel like home

‘Cause I’m blinded by the light 
In this sunset town

Hood

Pimp C

Kinfolk

2006

a Rolls
Nigga think we just 'bout rapping bitch but dope is getting sold
I'm a young, hot street flame, deep up in the d-game
Smokin' bro, slammin'

High

Birdman

Like Father, Like Son

2006

as a motherfucker, why I'm rich
By a bag brother get a nigga high I'm lit
I'm bad, hit you in your eye and your bitch
Hit you when you're hidin', now you it, now

out by the pound
I asked the lord for mercy
And it’s weighing me down
I never dream the images have ceased
I’m still burdened from feelings of false

nowhere to turn
With the torch still in my hand
I stand and watch it burn
As my lungs fill with ashes
Feel the wind as it fans the flames
Hear a voice

enslaved, raped, robbed, and persecuted. To the men, women, and children who died, in their struggle to live, never to be forgotten, Reuven ben Menachum yo

the light I can show you the way"
After that the flame seized and the bush wasn't burnt
Still shook by what I saw
What was miraculously done
Then the ground

me in by saying what I
Want. Into the flames they go. Words
Lust to steer me down. Leave me in the
Earth to rot away until my re
Birth. I don't feel