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look at Peter go
He's racing to the tomb to see

Where has my Jesus gone?
He is not dead, He is risen risen indeed

And now the flowers bloom like
A song

I Stay High 
By: Luvinnia Flowers


Sour diesel all you smell
By my eyes it ain't hard to tell

I stay high, I stay high
I stay high, I stay high

And a safe to stash these Frito Lays
Times was hard, I watched my mama robbin' Paul just to get Peter paid
And now my paper folded like when teachers don't

head-exploring
Where'd she come from now? She could've been imported
If I get caught with all the shit I got I get deported
She provides help, scavenging for

to
Get some money but they never paid my gratuity
This shot gone be annual popping off like a family reunion
Round and round like a Mary go we all going

like Bob D
I can pick you up in for the presidential car
No content, I ain't content, no, not at all
Like glue, Sean Paul, yuh see it
She shoot di

You Can See

Jadakiss

You Can See

the way
Either way you can call me Paul, long as Peter pay
These niggas can fuck around with me? That'll be the day
.45 ACP I let them bleed away

in rotation
Get involved in conversations
Mary goes round and round
From the earth, its all around
Hit the flow, underground
Pack the bowl its going

:
Peter, do you know what you have said?
You've gone and cut him dead

Peter:
I had to do it, don't you see?
Or else they'd go for me

Mary:
It's what he

Peter, the protagonist, hopped in his car and drove
With the intentions of driving off a foggy mountain road
He skipped the bridge out by

life-changing.

Peter
It was world-changing! We would - no one would ever be the same.

Martha
I was a busybody, too caught up in earthly things.

Mary, sister

again I
Would have gone to the Art Institute
Over the American Academy of Art
I would have researched where I could have
Got the best and the strongest

Verse:
I’m Peter Parker 
Need my Mary Jane
High up off the novacane
Swinging through the city 
Tryna ease the pain 
Swerving in and out the lane 
Is

Yeah yeah yeah
Every man goes through something on life
Where you have to put aside what you want to do
for what’s now
In my Composition I’m gone ask

9. MARY AT THE TOMB

(3 days later)

MARY:  
It is dark
It has been three days since they killed Him
All are gone
Even Peter says I never knew Him

Lord, have mercy. Lord, have mercy
Christ, have mercy. Christ, have mercy
Lord, have mercy. Lord, have mercy

Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us

Lord, have mercy. Lord, have mercy.
Christ, have mercy. Christ, have mercy.
Lord, have mercy. Lord, have mercy.

Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for

grabbed the stones and took
'em back where they were kept

What's next? Peter Parker? I think
That he's had enough
He wanted to go on vacation and
Ditch all

a motherfucking band
So fly, I don't know where to land
So fly, motherfucking Peter Pan
You put the city on your back like a motherfucking tat
Damn nigga, you

economics and the law
She found her drive by protesting in Britain 
Head held high, she knew she'd found her mission
 
Paul made her voyage across the sea
Not

of the Mary get that shit cherried
All type of herbal (here) shit be varied (yeah)
Smoke too much might have to be carried (awe shit)
Before I get carried away

talk of special days gone by
They were young and handsome they taught each other how to fly
He found her in the springtime  promised he would be
clways

gone!

What's Really Real

Damn, I woke up this morning missing having
Normal conversations about everyday
Shit the only
Time that I can have anything

(what?)
They was all drunk and high, shit just went too far
Megan should have never made Tory get in that car (facts)
Now we gotta try to unpack a whole