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Your sword
I am no slave
No pet of man
Viced in my jaws
God smack
This little piggy, built his house out of straw
This little piggy, will now lose
make money anymore?
(In the dark)
Aiyyo stash that weed up while me and the cop is riffin
Damn I knew I shoulda got that stash box built-in
But
the stalactite
Who counts the wampum of the night
To see that none is due?
Who built this little clban House
cnd shut the windows down so close
My spirit cannot
house was more than just foundation
It gave me wings, a dare to dream education
All those long summer nights
Under the big sky that never seemed to end
some wings
New Hawk on that channel, I'm on that dolly right
On the way to my gran-ty house, I'm navigated by bubble lights
I'm teded by that junior,
Nobody sees me in my house
Nobody leaves me in my house
No one deceives me in my house
Everything’s easy in my house
No one but me here in my house
I see your eyes
Watching me
But there's nothing that they'll ever see
I built your home from an hour glass running out on me
Grain by grain
Your
the lampfire light
by the time I was awake
that big wood house went up in flames
goes around it comes around
brimstone lampfire burn it down
Funny to see a ghetto nigga so classy
Enchanted by women who speak nasty
Tip toeing to court, went there for the past week
Leaning on my lawyer
I built a house to harbor myself in
I locked you out, I know that I'm selfish
My mother told me to follow my feet
But my legs feel weak, can't help
night
I still remember our stories
Your golden eyes will never bore me
I'm still by your side
Know that I just try to keep
All the memories we built
quick
Sure was surprised to see another man
In that house I built for you
The barrels long the barrels cold
A river bottom home for two
Ain't nobody's
I feel the Aryan in my blood, it's scarier than a Blood
Been looking for holy water, now I'm praying for a flood
It feel like time passing me by
love? Do the scars really heal up?
From all the pain that done built up, but they don't feel us (Jesus)
A week done flew by, the big bro ridin' then he
thought she'd live with no arm
That's what it felt like, got to the hospital, eyes held tight
They moved her room to room-she could tell by the light
We talking Holy Feild you know that nigga named Michael Vick
They called me mamma boy but now they call me drummer boy,
They talking jet skiis, I had
through the valleys side by side
And face any enterprise
But now I'm alone
In this house that we have built
It's only been a week
Since she took her leave
was a Farmer, Blacksmith, Carpenter, Clock Maker/Repairer, and a great church worker at the Russell Union Church. He built his own house and was very
to do.
There's a sorrow on that Hudson.
There's an Indian who's crying to the buildings,
That are built upon his fathers' fathers.
There's a me who dying
From really thinking
I built this house to run from fear
Still it has found me here
Circus of thoughts in my mind
And it’s a mistake to think that
I am
Rain came down and it didn’t stop
But it can’t get me cos I’m lifted up
My house aint built on a built on a pile of sand
And I’m safe within my saviours
Christ is my firm foundation
The rock on which I stand
When everything around me is shaken
I've never been more glad
That I put my faith in Jesus
by a garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak is all she said
We jumped in
Forgive you yea I might
But forget I could never
Curved me to the side
Left me in that stormy weather
I done had some rough times
I thought would
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