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In a stolen land 
Built by a stolen people 
No one's 
No one's illegal 

In a land that was stolen 
Built by a people stolen 
No one's illegal, own

Walking down 7th street in your arms
Wondering if I could hide your scars
Blessed by your love
I want to hold you back
But I'm so scared to lose you

Walking down 7th street in your arms
Wondering if I could hide your scars
Blessed by your love
I want to hold you back
But I'm so scared to lose you

THE ONE!

Will I suffer the oppression
Set by the hand of man
The given death by hate
Is it part of the master plan?

Will I ever be the same

Microbus
He'd roll on by to pick me up about 8:17
Whereupon he'd hook me up to his patented machine
At the appointed time he drove up and I jumped into

A creature of habit
Predictable soul
So simple and true
Asking for nothing
But giving her all
To carry you through
You know the hands of time
They've

We are saved by His grace
With His love we're amazed
How our broken lives were changed by God
Restored and made whole again
 
Through His word we

My hands and feet they fail me
My broken heart is torn
I long to be made new
But can I face the storm

When will I realize
I am powerless
Prison with

Feelin’ something deep down in my soul
Taken by the rhythm, I'm about to lose control
It's the bass, the snare
The scent of marijuana in the air, hands

What is the measure of a man?
Legacy of blood upon your hands

I spend my days
Surrounded by criminals
Murdering, each other with words
Who can tame

decaying scenes 
My hours without the sun 
All I want is answers 

Peripheries of power dying in these hands of mine 
Hands covered in blood

loved by even my haters
Her homies want me to date em
I'm who they men goin' go gay for
My stream of luck getting major
I'm doing mandem a favour
By

The wind and the sun 
United they stand 
As his journey begun 
They took him by the hand 
 
Ride on, son of the desert 
The legacy of ancient times

and tongue stay long 
Neglected by society, yeah her heart is where I belong 
Too much on my mind 
It's been a rollercoaster ride 
Lets keep it basic, lets not

to speak and i'll make you sing

Limbs taken over by tentacles creeping
My hands being moved by these
Ice cold electric shocks in my brain

From your mind

I beseech my dearest, fairest lady
To take my hand and make it your own
For I am beside myself caused by your elegant
Pulchritudinous and unbridled

pink, blue, purple and green
With a paintbrush in my hand and I'll paint you a dream
It's a miracle to behold and see the picture perfect paintings

by the hands that would bring heroin needles into the crib 
Inject it into his veins
Would lead to shoot a stop translated to cocaine
I contributed

Lord, note by note, tone by tone, stave by stave
Hear me Lord, from the mouth of the grave

Lay it down, let it go and be free
Your one task on this earth

and the struggle to get by each week
It's tougher that they lie to me
Tell me shit is fine and we 
Should focus on our self it doesn't matter if I die this week
We

do it by ya self

Top down, crusin' when I ride through (When I ride through)
When I ride thru, need something to vibe to (Need something to vibe to)

Even if I don't see you I still feel you
Through the doom & gloom of a lonely evening
Brought on by self isolation, this is my final confession
That

hand
For my family to get rich I be that sacrificial lamb
I’m still lookin for myself its not for you to understand
For my family to get rich I be that

it's the fear of myself that scares me the most
I don't understand 
She's all that I have, impaired by a ghost
It's all in my hand

If only I remembered