Lyrics:
Rough translation:
Blessed is the land of Nso in the North-West of Cameroon
We are proud to be blessed in Africa with a good climate
in our land
born.
Some birthday!
Ol' Sam put on a three cornered hat
And in a Richmond church he sat
And Patrick Henry told him that while America drew breath
of the north from the north
He’s here and you listen a call to the new king
(As i walk though the valley of the shadow of death)
I fear no evil put that
To the bottlebrush outside the Baptist Church
And there's a cult passed through
And you took me down
To an old duplex in the poor part of town
And he lay his hands
Seven stars carved into my skin
What's poppin'?
There's something much more to that
Death of Johnny Cochran
I walk through the Valley of Kings
Like
saint, American saint
Now I'm north of Waxahachie
I'm wondering where I go from here
The Baptists say that if I don't change
I won't see next year
& the glass pipe
She gets most of her meals from a Baptist Church
And sleeps under a bridge out by the race track
Well, she talks tough and thinks softly
"Make
on dreaming, in God
And walks up Cherry Valley from North Road Bridge, railway line
On sunny summer afternoons
Picking apples from the side of the tracks
drowning
Gotta follow God, ain't no way around it
I'm losing the clip when the Bible, it sounded
Ain't always been here, I came out the valley
Yeah god
I see you spinning
A white dress in the Shenandoah Valley
You are another bloom
Amongst the field of wildflowers
You got passed up by devils
goes his mother left him on a church step
First step was out the front door then the first left
Down the block to the spots where the worst kept
Thirty
down, tell that bitch that I'm tryna bang with 'em
Real dead man out in Valley Park, I done arranged killers
Mask down on Sunset with them dirty sticks,
the shit through the speaker
I smoke grade A reefer
Up north sport away for the cesaer
Used to smuggle through the mess hall,
Blow a stiff circle in
about the historical friction
Which carved up this land that might echo still in these valleys
Maybe that's what the church dove Colmcille heard and tried
Still North side thumbs up like the murder rate
Quarter pounder on me like im tired of eating burger king
Bloody sweet dreams bout whoever wanna
to the roots
The fountain of youth
Up at the drug store
Bouncing off the walls
Given the what for
Here to rally us all
The mountain is Rushmore
The valley
wanna link on Sunday tell that girl that day is holy, yea
I'm at church that day is holy
I need a PS5 I might go hit up Sony
I'll keep her company she
The King Is Back
And that's the King of The North
To be exact
There's nothing that will Distract
Him from cycling on the Bike
Or running around
and crawling without a map all in a daze back in the day
Through twisting cracks and red bricks in back alleys
In the shadow of the valley in the shape
the V (northside), got family in the Deep East (hunnids)
My Auntie from the Sucka Free, straight up out of HP
Church was on Clay street, vibing
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