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But then we also love to criticize Bail out the banks loan art to the churches Satanic Reverses Bail-out the banks loan art to the churches Satanic
believe all the things that we want to hear But then we also love to criticize Bail out the banks loan art to the churches Satanic Reverses Bail-out
and the politician They all in it Who can you trust I Wait till the pearly gates of the churches start to rust You better run for it, run for it, run for it Hide your
8 days on the road 7 hotels later In and out of all these churches With only one prayer Thank you thank you Universe thank you I love this life you
Nevik I was born alone And ima die by my lonely I'm from the land where they'll leave you die slowly So much churches in the hood but I don't feel
mok Basaa Basaa (ahh huh) Citizens mok Basaa Basaa (yeah) Politicians dey play we Basaa Basaa (talk am) Whey Churches too dey lie Basaa Basaa (talk
churches, They blowing up churches They shooting up churches, They closing up churches They taking our people, They hating our people They baiting our people,
tired of being alone While walking through the market, she saw a man who worked in stone Churches and cantinas He was chiseled from the finest flesh she
I tried to do all that I can But the churches have run out of candles I tried to give you all I own But the bankers have run out of loaners
Of burning churches Saved by the light Of burning churches I was always the altar boy and never a thief Part of the choir and friends with the priest But it
But there's too many churches and too little love In this world today And do you remember Fritzl He had a baby with his girl She was locked into
can burn down my churches but I shall be free." Three hooded men through the back road did creep Torches in their hands while the village lies
devil sound Check tha heads bow in vietnow Shut down tha devil sound Is all tha world jails and churches? Is all tha world jails and churches? Is
down my churches But I shall be free" Three hooded men through the Back roads did creep Torches in their hands while The village lies asleep Down
down my churches But I shall be free Three hundred men through the back roads did creep Torches in their hands while the village lies asleep Down
your beats) Give Him glory(with your verses) Give Him glory(in the streets) Give Him glory(in your churches) We tryna lift his name up, We don't want
Tell me god what does this really MEAN? Churches making GREEN Homeless end up on the STREETS Why don't the churches Just make purchase for the NEED?
Welcome to parklands Where these churches done Turn to businesses Businesses Welcome to Parklands Where your girl be fucking With all my hommies All
the churches If bitches don't want scrubs, why they end up being nurses Every time you see a real nigga, get nervous This that new melodic, shows your logic is
shit to think 'bout Sound like a Yankee, but he really from the South I'm talkin' gold mouth, liquor house, granny couch, churches shout Gold mouth,
Persecution, 10 days in jail, but I'll avenge you, too Write down what you see And send it to the seven churches These things that happen now, greater things
While the churches start to burn I'll tell you to focus on the pearls Welcome to my world Where the rainstorm swirls Pulled around by girls Pressure
knows her purpose, purpose And I pray outside these churches, churches Will not teach me how to worship Assertive, all the masses make me nervous Their
roads Trip through the evergreens Take it back to Sunday morn Just listen to the churches sing Take it down a country road Trip through
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