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I wander through these streets 
This city by the coast
I ended up here God knows how
He´d never tell me anyway
`Cause I´m a joke
cnd though my life´s

Magdalena, 
I long to know,
How did you 
Let your Jesus go?
How did you 
Live after he died?
Where did you walk 
Without him by your side?

no equal, so
I have no fear
And the rupture, it beckons
This garden of the gods
And the rupture, it beckons
How darkness calls!
Bleak architecture

Chestnuts roasting on an open fire
Jack Frost nipping at your nose
Yuletide carols being sung by a choir
And folks dressed up like Eskimos
Everybody knows

Chestnuts roasting on an open fire
Jack Frost nipping at your nose
Yuletide carols being sung by a choir
And folks dressed up like Eskimos
Everybody knows

the fucking prophet see
Don't you fucking mess with me, i'll regret something God'll see
Feeling like the 6 god, kinda with some rick ross
Went from cocky shit

mentally
I'm so-so wise that the homies tryna get like me
My bro-bro from Brooklyn, he call his Timbs Timothy
A boatload of women like we're goin'

Muzzle Toe

Wu-Syndicate

Wu-Syndicate

1999

school out
First of all, for the record, Scarface jail cats
Cultured by stretch it but name it, rather socialize
Eyes never lies, these guys tell me

and we could probably catch a dragon 
Puffing on smoke
Chasing my tail
Keeping it fly wishing them well
Stoking the fire
Bring in the choir
Sharpen my

the crowd
(He is Mista!)
Yes the choir sings the hymn they gone begin to reconcile
Past and present once I sit up on my throne
Indeed I'm in my zone I repeat

a empire
All my Nigggas making music
Think we should start a choir
Told bro go hit a supplier
Cause what he selling us
I swear to god
It's only fire
Shawty

what?
Something by Wu Tang
Or maybe Ice-Cube "It Was a Good Day"
This is all I gotta say, yeah
You know the deal
Yeah, you know the deal, how I feel
I

Turned the hood into a choir (how?)
Told mum "I'm going church", I was handing out them flyers
I'm talking bout them samples, felt like Marlo in The Wire

Words, 2006

Sho Baraka

The Narrative

2016

therapy more than God
I am walking the street where fear and love collide
I am learning in weakness, you still gotta serve
And my connection with my boys

My misery was so plain to see
by the tears on my face
But then God reached down His hand
He forgave me and broke every chain
Now i've been set free
so

Preacher, fuckin' every choir mistress
My brain fucked up, kinda need an intervention
Young Preacher and I never been superstitious
Fuck that energy, I

I write these bars break down institution
Call me a choir for sound inner fusion
The message is present be yourself never lose it
Here is my message

Still the masses never see you 
Yet 
Man is really measured by the way he reach the people 
Wait 
Louder for the ones in back 
Gotta put numbers

of the gods I effectuate with fluency
Presence of it all, I'm applied by your truancy
Chosen of the sun, but his skills considered lunacy
Fact check, fact

and death may well be groaning,
Satan now may well be moaning;
We, our full salvation owning,
Cast our every care away.

See how God, for us providing,
Gave

Condemnation spit
From an unblemished choir

Where are we going? I do not know
Why am I stagnant? I cannot grow
I'm just an act in a part of their show
Beat

the gaping holes 
In my cage
Look past my rage
Don't judge this book by the cover 
Just flip, flip the page
Hold my hand, squeeze and tell me it'll be okay

I

Yo bro did you hear what happened
Yo
Did you not
Your fucking joking where’s he at
Fucking Ferrybank
Ferrybank
Ayo boys put my bike in the back

nigga
And what i do?
Go check the all star picture
Thats only to say that God he got me
So i could care less
Really if you doubt me
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