Lyrics:
enter in a new and living Way
By our faith He will receive us when we pray
(Verse 2)
Now without a second look we forget what all it took
To be seen
As we approach the current time frame of 1997
With approximately two and a half years before the year two thousand
Repeatedly it has been reported
I was born down in the bottoms of the flat black Delta land
I grew up picking cotton in the Mississippi sand
My mama said son take that girl and go
that they 3D printed and I finish it
Kinison said if you gonna miss heaven
Why miss it by two inches?
Old money and new bitches (old money and new
Please teacher, teach me something
Nice teacher, teach me something
I'm as awkward as a camel, that's not the worst
My two feet haven't met yet
Crime, corruption, courage
Power, pussy, paper
Beef, bullets and barristers
It's all a dangerous cycle
CPB blah Blah Blah Blow
Crime, corruption
The Shell
(Lyrics by Nickolas Paquin, François Charest & Guillaume Lehoux)
(Music by Nickolas Paquin, François Charest & Peacefull)
Little man
Jim Reed by the dark of the moon
And your son Ed was blowed down in a drunken saloon
Then there was Bob Younger, you loved him so well
He rode with
And your Blue Duck's no longer alive
You took Jim Reed to your warm wedding bed
And from out of your love was born the boy, Ed
A pal killed Jim Reed by
Words and music by Bob Hartman
Based on 1 Peter 3:15, 2 Timothy 4:2
Enough of the sidelines, gotta get in the game
When nothing is ventured, nothing
One two three four
O come, o come Emmanuel
And ransom captive Israel
That mourns in lonely exile here
Until the Son of God appears
Rejoice,
how you feel
This is what you've done
Watch carefully as your purpose is spun
I am one man with 2 hands and 2 feet and 1 soul
The holy trinity the cycle
stretched out
On stage with the gauge, flash the tech like Clint East'
Polo drawers, valour headband, Genova convertible couch
In the back, with the two
your real mother was a hooker,your real father couldn't get laid
your mother left you in a dumpster,you were adopted by two gays
[chorus:]
you look
the whole scenery is packed in, people dressed in black and
The whole place is flooded with tears, I'm surrounded by my peers
There I lay, day after day has
you'd come by
You were the dream he had for his son
Let's make the time to wine
And dine at Frank-O's
I bet you all the heads will turn
But there is no
Symbols of the ancient ones
To call the seventy two infernal lords
Sneaking the weak wall of deliverance
With your light dwelling the lower
Life's a cycle
And I just can't escape it
Why am I feeling this way?
Two, three, four
Another day, it's all the same, and I'm still feeling stuck
It
then, right there in the middle
Rick of wood stacked by the porch
Black lab pup scratching at the door
Two little boys sayin' 'daddy's back'
Next
Two men on the street
Drinking something cheap
No home, no family
It's cold, nowhere to sleep
Passers-by never catch their eye
Anywhere, one man
control
Wake up my son
Your actions to change the rituals of old, offering the blood of innocent creed
Angered the ones above, disrupting the sacred cycle
the resentment too
A cacophony of feelings tearing me in two
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Joe's words, a glimmer of hope
A chance to break free from this endless cycle
But can I
Fontaineaux the place is buzzin'
Kinfolk come to see Yvonne by the dozen
Dress in style and go hog wild, me oh my oh
Son of a gun we'll have big fun
[Chorus]
Live by the gun, I'm a die by the gun
Live by the gun, I'm a die by the gun
Live by the gun, I'm a die by the gun
A nigga shoot at me,
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