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Mormon Tabernacle Choir and the Vienna Boy's Choir (Mormon Tabernacle Choir) · Live in Chicago with Rev. Milton Brunson & The Thompson Community Singers (Shirley Caesar) · Live in Chicago with Rev. Milton Brunson & The Thompson Community Singers (Albertina Walker) · This May Be My Last Time Singing: Raw African-American Gospel on 45 RPM 1957-1982 (The Traveling Four) · Years May Come, Years May Go (The Irish Rovers) · Archived Music For Stubborn People: Songs You May Or May Not Have Heard Before (Split Lip) · Years May Come, Years May Go (The Irish Rovers) · Days May Come and Days May Go: The 1975 California Rehearsals (Deep Purple) · Dick's Picks, Vol. 25: May 10, 1978 New Haven, CT/May 11, 1978 Springfield, MA (Grateful Dead) · Years May Come, Years May Go (The Irish Rovers) – and 90 other albums »


, the last and good and see what's wrong with me
And through your insecurity of me and my ability
So bredren won't you let me be or has thou asked to much
Or it may be your last 
As a kid you couldn't wait to get old 
Now the year years fly by too fast 

Whenever 
Wherever 
Whoever you are 
Let it be
Nothing lasts forever, you should know that by now
Good times, heartache
You'll get through this trouble though you may not know how
Your heart won't
called, for such a time as this!"
You can't resist the change
And you're not condemned by your yesterday
If you can grab hold of your now, and move in your
get myself back in line
Because I recognize, I have been called, for such a time as this!"
You can't resist the change
And you're not condemned by
love waiting for me
I'm gonna make it all work out for good this time

Let's go walking by the beach tonight
And watch the sun come up on Lake Shore
everything to me
This may be the last time
Let's make it the best time
Maybe the last time
Let's make it the best time
Look at me baby
I wish I could
your clothes, knuckles heads
Wanna talk I'll boycott your show

Now brotha j did we blaze, yeah eerybodies blazed one time
Didn't we just throw this
OF

A HURSE

I GAVE YOU SOMETHING VISUAL A FLAT LINE, ONE TIME FOR YOUR MIND JUST

Remember

It WAS YOUR LAST RHYME

Chorus

Now BROTHA J DID WE
to wash cars for a dollar
A glass dick in the mouth of a model
Take your time, baby, don't spit, just swallow

BASE

Downtown Miami we've described
Emily, you're a brave girl
With your husband gone to the other world
Sing a hymn while I light the fire
We'll be joined by a heavenly choir

Here's
[Twin Spirit N. 32]
I'm So Sad !
There's No Point In Living Anymore
My Nature Has Been Twisted By
Your Presence In This Unreal World

And I Wish I
your despair
I wonder if the Lord still cares, for us niggas on welfare
And who cares if we survive
The only time they notice a nigga is when he's
poison

You know - a starship circlin in the sky - it ought to be ready by 1990
They'll be buildin it up in the air even since 1980
People with a clever
Lately I can tell that something ain't right
I don't see the fire when I look in your eyes
One time up, and the next time down
This may be
With waists so they weigh they status on the streets
License plates that say they, motto This is Chicago in the hay day
Similar to Good Times, I guess
I speak this time I
Dove right in with Angel's wings
Emerged deaf to what the choir sings:

This shouldnt be in your name
And I shouldn't be
Lately I can tell that something ain't right
I don't see the fire when I look in your eyes
One time up, and the next time down
This may be
your adjective
But odd as it may be
Without my 1 and 2 where would there be
My 3
Mase Pos and Me
And that's the Magic Number

Focus is formed by
Cocaine dealers walk the wrong side
Up in they rides,
Looking cleaner then I seen them the last time
Then selling dimes, now its quarter keys, stacking
Cocaine dealers walk the wrong side
Up in they rides
Looking cleaner then I seen them the last time
Then selling dimes, now its quarter keys, stacking
And then a God who really ought not to exist
Sticks out a great big hand
And grabs me by the wrist
And asks me "why?" and I say
"Well God, it's like this
to be rearranged
And this song was pre-ordained
After 2 long decades, LL still remains
And you can blame it on my spirit, not on my brains
Time to put
Lately I can tell that something ain't right
I don't see the fire when I look in your eyes
One time up, and the next time down
This may be
Chicago, we want you to deliver this
Show the walking dead who the true and living is
Separate the fake from who the real reals is
Hot tub time machine,