Lyrics:
Call me up to Your side
Draw me up to Your light
Let it blind me
Lord, refine me
Refine me out of my mind
Music by Peter Furler / Lyrics by Peter
Give me your tired and your poor
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free
Icebreaker!
I know a silent nation in dislocation
Frustration from
faith, a child was born, but no
one could be the father, except for a god.
This child was a gift from the skies of life-divine or...
Another sky is
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available and she chose to make her child live; it was a very painful decision (knowing you’ll never see your child grow), but it had to be made. She then had
eyes square
Any more, you'll end up like that child there
Can't toggle off the gogglebox so
Pop another bottle top top up your cup and
Sup
? (Hold on, hold on)
Ayo, yo, yo kid (what's up?)
What up? (What's up, baby?)
Ayo, yo, I just seen this kid over there
Over there, right over there by
? (Hold on, hold on)
Ayo, yo, yo kid (what's up?)
What up? (What's up, baby?)
Ayo, yo, I just seen this kid over there
Over there, right over there by
Yeah, yeah
It's kinda hard sayin' this shit to your face
So I do it over snares and bass
Music take me away
(I got to hold on, hold on to my
Yeah, yeah
It's kinda hard sayin' this shit to your face
So I do it over snares and bass
Music take me away
(I got to hold on, hold on to my
to this Earth my first, child born, from now on I’m responsible for another mouth to feed in my household, keep a roof over, gotta feed her, clothe her time
the beach feel the sun rays
Come and model for me bae we could runway
From the problems that we face maybe someway
I could take you to the moon baby one day
find? follicles intertwinning, succulent prose
Wrapped up in robes
Off with his head, take his head from his neck off, requiring memories
Both lovely
you find? follicles intertwinning, succulent prose wrapped up in robes
Left Voice (Morrison, Tucker)
Off with his head, take his head from his neck
You the shit say it! You
Don't have to be humble
Be like Ray J "I'm tired of being humble"
I'm not a cocky person by nature
Scaff, be cocky for her!
from Far Rock hoppin'
Over the turnstile
To set up shop up top by the Jamaican spot
My joints have been a
Bop, from vinyl, cassettes, cDs and streams
Takes another dog to be able to hear my silent screams
The devil got a hold on me and he won't let go
I can feel the lord pullin' but he movin' dead
Running alone, trapped in this world
Not your own, not your home
Pushed down in the dust, left by fate to rust
Feel the pull of the stars from
In the industry
I don't give a fuck what you did
This is my house
Take off your shoes when you walk in my crib
Niggas talk crazy to Hitman
And I'm
they're gonna hold your hand
Slide down the banister, go get your coat
Ferry 'cross the Mersey and go for the throat
There's three bums comin' all
that my grandfather told to me
Don't be innocent, militant is how we supposed to be
You know, God bless the child who can hold his own
Dodgin prison,
So I take my body and use
It for the glory of God
That's why I pray every day
Gotta pick up my cross
Search for the lost, no matter the cost
Because
it
Yeah, it turns me on
Alright, hold tight
I'm a highway star, yeah
Nobody gonna take my girl
I'm gonna keep her to the end
Nobody gonna take
But what you learned, was on the streets, and not in the book
God called you a prophet
When you open up your mouth, everything of God comes out
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