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His life as a nomad
The Lord of all riches lived a poor man
Yeah, we love fresh new doodads
But really what's the use when my life ends
If you heed

by a set of rules you apply before you ball
Cross ya T's gotta dot them I's when you involved
Everybody take a fall
Gotta walk before you crawl
Keep

To the folk Im with cause Im oblivious
Soul sickened decomposing I need a dose of my Gods holiness
But I'm rockin prides bifocals til this moment
Man I'm shown

church
You may be rich or poor
You may be the biggest man in this town
You may be an usher you may be a choirman
I don't know who you are but you need God

you only gon' be livin' on in the mind
'Til you fade there too
And your grave ain't new
It often cross the mind like Shéyaa's tattoo
Reminds me to be

Making me feel flawed
Cuz it takes patience, but be gracious
And add to the conversation, being silent is complacent
This generation needs agents man
They

the judgement, him frighten and fraust.
So him commit suicide, hang himself by him locks.
Away with Christ bout they want Barabbas.
Nail him on the cross, weh him

comin' back
No never comin' back

'Cos I'm so disappointed by the visions of this man
So poor at heart
Now I know where I stand
I'm so disappointed by

Billy Austin

Steve Earle

Ain't Ever Satisfied: The Steve Earle Collection

1996

left home
Seems like I've always been in prison
Like I've always been alone
Didn't mean to hurt nobody
Never thought I'd cross that line
I held up

Black Market

Black Market Militia

The Black Market Militia

2005

[Intro: Killah Priest]
Yeah, knawhatimean, Killah Priest
I changed my name, man, it's Leo Angel now
Knawhatimean? Yo, this is Black Market

time he looses 

Judge a nxgga by his character and how he moves 



Is all timing after raining there’ll be sun shine

If I go broke put my Bally on is

the difference between the rich and the poor
The rich die rich and the poor die cold
And I can't understand the different levels of society
And why the penniless

Way too many orange cones
And caution signs or lines to walk in
My lord knows
That life and meant to try and divide your torso
Oh you poor soul don’t

hard with my art like Ima artist 
I be painting pictures like my name Van Gogh 
Never been poor, never gon' be poor
Ima lion hearted nigga, you gon' hear

the beginning 
If you cross the line friends will secretly celebrate love Ones won’t ever stop weeping
If I’m high and imagining my dreams and goals 
Then my

sorry nigga

I cross my T's I dot my I's
Getting High 
Living life
Getting by
Higher powers protect me nigga
Tell em take the chains off me nigga

Been

Billy Austin

Steve Earle

Shut Up and Die Like an Aviator

1991

I left home
Seems like I've always been in prison
Like I've always been alone

Didn't mean to hurt nobody
Never thought I'd cross that line
I

and girl
By the power of his spirit in us living out his word
Only Jesus, only He can change the world
Help us recreate the beauty of the cross
As we reach

The devil's right hand man
I work in his factory, a foreman on the block
His name is on the gate and his picture's by the clock
Sometimes I want to go and burn

Then the flood came
Yeah They swimming with the sharks
Devoured by the wrath of God
Yeah They surely torn apart
Cuz they rather live in their sin with

you
While I was hangin' on your cross

If I was, Jesus
I'd have some friends that were poor
I'd run around with the wrong crowd
Man I'd never be

of my niggas is niked out

The way that I ball, I'm passing the ball
I give him a cross like Irving
I just want it all, I don't wanna fall 
I wanna get

Had acid fore it was LSD
Bad hoes stay textin' me
Fucked a Molly on ecstasy 
Next day cleaned my sweaty sheets
Stop sextin' me put the wet on me

Siri tell him I got beef now
He want me to calm down, Gator been chillin though/Now I’m bout to turn up like the ecstasy in nymphos 
You ni**az is real