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the plague 
(Lust...Pain...mother of perversion) 
Now she is the mistress of sin 
Debauching the humans one by one 
They try hard to reset temptation

since I left.

These so-called vacations will
Soon be my death
I'm so sick from the drink
I need home for a rest....
Take me home!

By the light

the spirits are at the door.
Opiate eyes and summer skies.
The gravel road it melts like pavement.
With the dawn arriving I can rest my bones. 

I see

incisions,
fill ‘em with spiritualism, tell ‘em about the one that's arisen,
how they can be free in they spirit, and have they sins forgiven,
by the one who

go and seasons come
Bring the corn and bear the fruit
By the waters sweet and clean
Where the mighty sturgeon lives
Plant the squash and reap the bean

you send us out as lambs amongst the wolves
but the Lion stands by our side
you will be my guide
i need you to lead me
i am so weak without you
i'm

calling out to the least
and filling our lampstands with oil.
And He is restoring His people
by rains of sweet renewal,
and the music of heaven
will soon

Aye. 016 finest
Produced by INIgma man
That's my nigga man
I know you like this shit
Let's take it back to rap, yup
Uh

They say I'm cocky but that's

friends. Beer a brother.
Soul orphaned, crying out, “Dear mother!”

Stalked by this witch, Missfortune.
Turns up unexpected. Turns my whole world rotten.

inflict pain always hurts more
Let go, show em that you're better than they first thought

I've been on the road, I've been in my home
Had her by my side I

Walking by my side just like you have before,
Hundreds of times.

Don't you want to hold me in your arms?


I called to make your day,
I called out loud

Seeds planted access granted courtesy of the soul bandit

Won’t rest until you been completely compromised 

By seductive spirits and deviant lifestyles

picking up the slack
Get laid, get paid, gatorade
Trigger treats sweet but can't beat the blade
It's Halloween bitch it's time to get made
You better lock

sins, yeah
Willy Shakes with the pen
I might have to set a trend (Yeah)
I'ma pop by the end
Got too many famous friends
(Yeah, way too many)
Spirit moves

Seasons go and seasons come
Bring the corn and bear the fruit
By the waters sweet and clean
Where the mighty sturgeon lives
Plant the squash and reap

Even Georgia down to Florida and
Back up to Tennessee the rugged Southeast
No other region speak we
Imma represent my culture by
Sipping a sweet tea
From

WITH YOU JESUS
Words and Music by Heather Rice

This world will try to sway your mind
devil working on you all the time
but I know where my heart

gratitude like the water-bearer carries her jar.
Gathering it faithfully each day, and bathing in it to lift my spirit when I am weak 
She would tell me

Don't have your own opinions
Or a strong sense of self
Don't be a free spirit 
A real poet
Who cares about 
The meaning 
Behind your words
Instead

Coming from the mean streets of killa California
From a city where the goons they a pull up on ya
Young boy Surrounded by a lot of wickedness
Sending

a weapon
The Word of God, your protection
What’s an Armageddon to a confession?
Run it up
The play-by-play’s like cinema
Float like butterfly, sting like

HOW BITTER SWEET THIS LIFE IS
TAKE ME BY SUPRISE
AND FUCK ME WITH YOUR MIND GAMES
ONE DAY ITS PARADISE
DAY TWO WE'RE LIVING NIGHTMARES
I WONT SLEEP

touched by an angel
I'll be careful with my words
'Cause I'll get what I deserve
If you're wearing Lucy's Fur
But I feel like I need her
I'm walking

Overwhelming me
By Your Majesty
You make Your Messengers
Into the winds of the Spirit
Your Ministers become flames of fire
Oh Lord take the Joy
In all You