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Rest in peace George Floyd, Ahmaud Arbery, Breonna Taylor
And all the other beautiful black souls lost at the hands 
Of police brutality 

Oh I can't

admit I been tempted by drugs
I admit that I just need a hug (I)
I admit the devil talk to me sometimes
But the devil is not who I trust (yeah, not who

Black and Proud

Steel Pulse

Rage and Fury

1997

you want suntan
When we tek stock unu turn black man
Then divide and rule the African land
Which was made wid love by the Fathers hand
JAH JAH plan

Say

I'm Back

AZ

Aziatic

2002

the brokest
I wasn't drugged and inhaled by all the smokers
Then I became the love absorbed by all the cultures
I can't trust women because my heart was

than the dancehall,
Hands on... passin down my culture like a hand off,
They play my shit in France...
What the fuck could I be mad for,

(Yeah, uh...)

a mistake

I remember all the late nights
Stressin' over problems I couldn't control
Tryna fix them was always the goal
Things that were out of my hands

If ft Sylk McCloud
Produced By: AYEODIDDAT 
Lyrics Written By: F.A.M.E

Hook (F.A.M.E & Sylk):
All dese voices n my head got me asking questions 
I

by the camp fire
I been in the sun check the tan line
Sticking niggas up got their hands high
Twisting up their tongue got their hands tied
Threatening

In a world of colors, cultures and creeds
  It's time to break down walls, plant the seeds
  Of love and understanding, let our spirits align

Tempted by the sins of life, the pleasures of lust
With wild imaginings that you can't discuss
Oh, the flesh is weak, it's a struggle for peace

Tempted by the sins of life, the pleasures of lust
With wild imaginings that you can't discuss
Oh, the flesh is weak, it's a struggle for peace

all over the world
 list of places I've been
Different culture's I've learned about
Stages ripped up, all the jams turned em out
Gotta admit I been

pouring, all that you dreamt you could taste
Once you learned sleeping can wait
Ain’t no rest for the wicked
Hand in a bowl of riches
Big thang tucked in my

homie shaggy to roll me a fatty
So he grabs the baggie and starts packing
No we ain't lacking
We just stacking bowl for bowl
Now we got to roll a joint

like Chandelier
She use no hands no interference (I like)
I like the bowl water clear 
Huh
My bitch think I’m weird cause I 
Like talking to the dope

like hanging out by the fence
and I was like, uh, mr. scarecrow guy,
just standing real still and all these sparrows came up
and, uh, I had my hands

past times
Everything taken down from my culture
We're still beautiful eyes the beholder
Whatever you've done there is a reaction
Trust me I've never

arrogantly
Feel your blood, in the vein pumps
Your eyes, inflamed now
Blood
It happens to feel sick and to stay by yourself
Shoot
Whenever you want they don't

living soul
You're the spirit of the hillside 
Shaped by hands into a bowl  
You're the spirit of the hillside 
Shaped by hands into a bowl  

From you I

When I'm dreaming I am working 
Cause wherever I am, guitar in hand 
That's when I'm on the clock 
When the landlords come around 
We'll make sure no one

This whole time I
Wait for You 
Wait for you
I waited for you
Chrome heart
Kilt by the strings of my guitar
It's bizarre 
I stole this
Bottle 
I'm

Hands front
Close your eyes
Let me see you fall in line
Hands front
Close your eyes
Let me see you fall in line

Let them in, let them flow through

WASHING MY HANDS
By
 John Joseph Malayter
October 2020

 The Carpenter said to Jesus what’s taking so long
 You should’ve had that house done by now

Lay waste to the point of no return
Our Gaia bleeds
As we run out of money to burn
Our culture makes its final mark
And all it needs is a single