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the moon, it's all from You, that's what He made the day for

Sneezing every season cuz He blessed me achoo
I flock with the God who is righteous and true

diversions from
The Texas earnings
Every time they make a bomb
You know they’re getting paid (Bang bang)
Let me sell you fear 'cause
Money’s made when you’re

pouring in
Refilling it
Mississippi to LA
Me and Zay
Stop playing with us
Just know we stay loaded

And Colorado snow, don't care anymore
Long as I'm gettin' where I go
And I'm from Mississippi where nobody miss me so I'm traveling on
So tonight, I'll call

the angels in me
I am a god in a human body

I am that I am most high always close by
Alpha and Omega Yahweh Jah Jehovah
Say me a prayer I move in a direction

Celestial mourning
A gentle warning shot
Catch death in orbit
Let the storm in
I guess they say it’s Stockholm Syndrome
This is not my home by a long

fate left me with no debate.
What it was that I had done to become the only one.
What is it that you would do, had you been in my shoe?
When God presents

miss like a bullseye 
 Mrs. she loving me
Sipping her wine 
Now i got the view of a falcon 
Like Mississippi 
I'm dotting my i's
I put my heart

Rapid Eye Movement

Black Thought

P.T.S.D.: Post Traumatic Stress Disorder

2014

Sometimes I'm Bob Dylan put blood on these tracks, for real
So, God-willin' you'll feel what I'm spillin'
Yeah, I never quit, I'm still syndicatin' up
Me

day would be made so big
To all the preschoolers, this isnt so tame!
Oh well what the fuck, its in gods name

Chorus

Do not get me wrong
The point

Bells are ringing
Coronation
Choir singing
Jubilation
God save me
Beseech salvation
Jug or not
I walk the gauntlet
Stop this
I think not
Plot charted

Bloodshed on the concrete 
And it made a money tree 
Wolves howling at the moon 
Baby tell me what you see 
Pay my tithes to wash these sins 
But I

I used to play Apache at the end of every show
Till a brother pulled me aside he just had let me know
He said my girl is Native, and she hates when

hard to believe it
God I don’t need to know why, just please show me how to see it
I wake up and I’m outside, there’s a mass of people by me
They’re all

to judge you for ya' priors
When you and I sin like a choir
Struggle made me level up I'm fine with it
Always had the gift I had to grind with it
Wish they

me, rather wait on androids
She been through my trials and tribulations, our shoulders wet
Oh and by the way
She was never real, it was all made up

and made chronic
My black Puerto Rican flag is lifted
My predecessors dreamt me into existence
My ancestors debunked your religion
Decolonize and stand in

stuck living on repeat
I’m better
Different places
Really put me in like different spaces
Ready the races
Tie 'em up
So I can lap the racists
Made volume

about to blast
We can limit God if we walk by what we see
So I'ma take the staff & part the red sea

Call me Moses I'm trying to get closer
To God I know

the county

I took a boat down the Mississippi
Hauling cargo in the evenings
I met a girl but she ghosted me
When she heard I had no money
So I started

playing
And I've seen much more than what you facing
Na baba no let me throway
Thank God I dey see today
Anywhere you dey my brother
Sing this phrase much

to mask mistakes
And we've made some mass mistakes
Man what are we doing
Dropping crackers and communion
That's a mass mistake
Waiting for the mast to break

the mass in the flesh
That travel time,
Through the nectar of the god's willing
Birth,
Do it still give us sin
For the cross it didn't die in?
Oh that's

he harmonies are saved by echo
They play a simultaneous solo
God forbid they be heard
The musicians are much too humble
And the singers all just mumble