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fractions by panic attacks and racking days of nothing much but Re:stacks
It's fact, it's intrinsic
Now don't you listen
Misinterpret purpose hidden inside

sicker than the Masons in pastry dishes I'm vicious the wickedest wiccan of the west
You suspicious the slickest scum of the nest
If I ride tonight
I'm

Hard to see, ooh the hang ups we have today
Said we need to strive for more liberty

Close your eyes and imagine, feel the magic
Vegas on acid
Seen

Let's get back to the congregation
I got a couple words for y'all
Ha, I'm not preachin' though
Ha, yeah, y'all not feelin' me

I'm in a class by myself

thought that would fade off
Speech monitor, referred, that job will pay off

For real, all this pain in your spirit
All these hostilities, gotta let that go

the strap and ur vest, no drama
Let's fly away and go to the west, you charmer
Don't hesitate, or think for a sec, the karma
Will make us stay, so give me

and in that order
When the еarly American pioneer first turned
His eyes toward the west
There were only Indian trails or
Traces as they were called
For him

heaven everyday
Spirits roam this barren land
Disguised as blowing desert sand
Carried on the western prairie wind
Waiting for the lightning flash

I'm representing for the Kingdom this my faith walk, walk
Walk by faith not by sight this my faith talk, talk
When you see me in your city do your

Hard at work but your spirit's still frozen
Wanted more but you're still doing cold things
Even out west baby where the warmth is
You find yourself

Grounded

The O.C. Supertones

Chase the Sun

a tower of Babel
Built on anti-philosophy,
Nietzche in the west
And krishna in the east

War rages on through generations
All of these Christians

My Hero, My Soldier, My Son
by Nanette West (Operation Song Music Publishing  ASCAP) & Jenn Franklin (Diva Down Publishing  ASCAP)

You were two

Stretch and yawn as I take my first breathe to pray, yeah
I thank the Lord for my debt he paid
May he rebuke any spirit tryna step in my way, now

Let me

down like a student they can never stop this movement
When Yahuah says go every mans getting smote
Channeling the spirit by myself somewhere remote

the spirit of '79
Legacy livin' in Gifted; a premonition
Predicted by the mystics - sleep in and miss it, or
Arise to the Priory of Scion - fire inside 'em
We

before I was baptized
No more hesitation it's time for a nosedive
I used step slide mesmerized by back sides
That thought didn't go belly up
I still got

whole song into a chorus
Got the beat so boomy can't ignore it
Do it cuz we young yeah this is for us
Chopping weed like florist
Everybody wanna smoke

Freethinka my name cus I live it
Carve my words in stone cus I meant it

Godflow red line to the pearly gates
Doing 85 down West 38th
And if I get

that locked
For the ones that bought
Me a couple Louis bags
Otherwise that's chopped
Cause I'm a real nigga, G nigga, street nigga first
Think that I

I'm too committed
Do this for me and my city
Out the 319 from gb
I'm from the east
My nigga zay from the west known to get busy
Bust them glocks

Jacksonfive

Falling Up

Crashings

2004

though up here and appear to please

Stay on my knees with the greatest of these, love
Made of pure intention, let me mention it's like

If it wasn't for

to get gifts for my family
I love the season and it comes annually
I just want to be there with my girl and stand by the tree
I want to see the Christmas

makes me wonder
Ooh, it makes me wonder
There's a feeling I get
When I look to the west
And my spirit is crying for leaving
In my thoughts I have seen

Juggin' making plays on the phone
Tryna settle the score, yo, I'm not lost for too long
Tryna find my way lets get home safe
Everybody wanna eat but