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Yea I'm a child of God now this who I was made to be
He gotta place prepared for me, I can't wait to see
He gotta place prepared for me and I can't wait

No, you didn't grow up in the 80s as a mixed child
In a small town from a place that was really racist
Did your people wanna fight you
Cause you

He was abused and misguided
Trauma response, choose violence
Taught to be strong and keep it silent (silent)
Went on a run a child hiding
2 told better

love in another life
And you don't even gotta be my fucking wife
I want you in my life 'til I fucking die
I'll tell you all the reasons that I'm fuckin'

feels so good
Sacred prayer, I'm unaware
That I've been getting heads up now I see it
Something's changed, I feel alone
Without your presence I feel

Hello Christmas
Good to see you haven't changed in all these years
Hello Christmas
It's a comfort, when an old friend reappears

I can see you in

He lay
Christian children all must be
Mild, obedient, good as He

Not in that poor lowly stable
With the oxen standing by
We shall see Him; but in

the love Yeah, I'm an outlaw, 

Real child of God but I got that south paw 

Hit them where it hurts when they see my downfall

As I'm bouncing right back,

Niggers

There's a nigger standing by my door
Open up and on the floor
On your knees and suck my cock
Don't you pull up that one glock

Mr. nigger

Subtle Joy is screaming at people passing by
"Don't flinch in fear
Come!
Look me in the eye
My frame it is is failing
My condition has no cure
My

You always reminded me of a child
Laugh like a thundercloud
Relentlessly drawn by the call of the wild
A gypsy just rambling around

You taught me

Pretend you can fly
On featherless wings
Kiss your momma goodbye
You want to be a star, but
You can´t play guitar
If you sing out of key
Just fire the band

Gypsy woman told my mother
before I was born
Got a boy child coming
He'll be a son of gun
Get all the pretty women
To jump and shout
Whole world will

and smoking in da trap house
Kill the ratty and the haters ain't no worth a pound
I'll be glowing in a short while,
But I was better as a cute child,
Making

the binging
She keep callin my phone maybe not still hear the ringing
Leave me by my lone anti social buh not really
Momma always knew that I was about my

best
I just couldn't get it ain't work out with them
I remember trying to be with cousins and crying
Deep down I just felt like I didn't belong
My

I found a pigeon carcass half eaten by foxes in my yard
I don't care what Bruce says, it is not a good day to die hard

When did it become okay for

and these kids let it rain
I get that you depressed but think about the rest
Cause every good flower always started growing from less
We all struggle wit da

Because of you
I can choose good company and keep it slim
Shout out to your girls
Benita, Joyce, Van and dem
And if I ever lose a child
Own a single

that might fly by
The magic of the morning and the
Gifts that would be waiting
There to greet me (I couldn't wait)
I couldn't wait to see

And if you

I tell you a story of a man.
He was a simple old man.
He had desires and dreams.
Kept good and bad memories.

And then one night, this man,
he heard

Know I'm gone steal that shit
Know I'm gone steal that shit
Know I'm gone steal that shit
Don't leave it by me, I'ma steal that shit
On God, Lil

that you didn’t know the touch

Mural seems depicting sun beams man’s brow man woman and child man stands the style bent over podium falling charts like

Gypsy woman told my mother
The night I was born
She said, you got a boy-child coming
He’s gonna be a son of a gun
Gonna make all you pretty women