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name in vain Four keep my sabbath day holy Five honor you papa and mama Six don't you murder Seven don't commit adultery Eight don't you steal Nine
I would've did seven I would've never linked Eddy and flew out of Staten, shit By the time I got out, man, I would've quit rappin', shit The system so
the flash on your face, the wrath of God. Torn dreams, soul aint never healing from the morphine 7 horns ring, soul springs as the lord sings Play back
Crying … Sailing on over seven seas, making way cross the waves Been so long, been so alone, can’t recall your face Wonder when these feet will touch
Cocaine we got walked out by folks in chains Watching out for what we can't see like our kids is in the ocean plane This music's like a coke exchange social
Verse 1 Another Sunday morn The pious face is worn Deacon Joe Johnston leaves the real one behind With wife and kids He's such a righteous
mad (So mad) So many men them ah hate I no know why dem wan run my race Bad man I get verse for days I remember when dem no look my face Now dem dey
"Kick, Push", Lupe Dupre, lose faith, gain heart Two face, same marks My fate, not yours All praise, matriarch All day, sit alone Couldn't tell
a prick, or are they just secret fans? Blessed by God, fear no man But my heart still beats when I see a police van I was hungover In Phuket I couldn't
So I wrote this song once, out of love About a scrub in a crowded club or lounge Surrounded by these hounds and thugs And he goes home and he
sense. I'm thinking maybe I'll go back again. Then we can build a fence. Seven days of work to bring home what little pay I make. Where I'm from they still
and break down a pack 1A the hood, land all them shottas out of town Went 'Dam for the plug, now we the opposite of down Uh, tryna leave a nigga's head by
I got up with a full and happy heart Another sunny day I couldn't wait to start I combed my hair Walked down the stairs To wait for the phone
comin' home But I tell 'emâ?¦ I'm gon make it. Four hours before my flight now Tears forming on our faces And for these last few hours Reality can
of Houston Fuck with the click and shit'll get gruesome Quick execution Day of revolution Moms wanna send me to anotha institution Life is so precious
on the outside Of these decaying walls Your bitterness doesn't surprise me As these pointless days go screaming by Rejected sour eyes can't imagine blue skies I
in seven days kids reaching for my level Never level headed when my foots down You can't reach the pedal Played like jipetto this isn't the pot
through me Unholy and unruly Clothes rippin' and it hurts Feelin' my bones break Teeth are fallin' out and I got Fangs sharp as saw blades My face extends
the amnesia See same faces each day of the week But I don't understand the Language that they speak The asylum the asylum The asylum So I don't wanna talk for
Time goes by so fast man (Yeah-yeah) Ten years makin' hits for y'all Still feels like we liftin' off It's Lebron showin' off Blisters or poets
of Mother Mary Put that music in her face? Yet she goes with footstep wary, Full of earth's old timid grace. Mong the feet of angels seven What a dancer
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