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My daddy was a warrior
Grandaddy was a carpenter oh
And i am a pallbearers son
Got them post-blue-collar-blues
Ohh, get your flannels on
Oh we're all

the carpenter I became a brick layer
Forget a hater I got into something major
I was called by the greatest just to show you I was greater yea

If I never

and sound wack
Fake every single day but never hesitate to yell facts
I hope you rats get your tails caught by a house cat
What happened in that hotel room

difficult to explain like describing the sunshine

But if we were on the run, I know that you'd be by my side
If we were havin' fun, I know you would enjoy

carpenters pants
That you needed to get 'for you got into work
But don't you feel lonely now isn't that your curse
A little pamphlet filled with real tiny

I know he's told her that the child will come  
Mary's chosen
His name this time as it was said
It's not what I had planned it's not by my design
But

holding this letter like a little dying baby 
And I'm trying hard to let it go

I wish I was carpenter like Jesus used to be
Things would go easier between

Here Was a Man

Unlinked Artist

Country Christmas [3 CD]

1993

village
Until he reached the age of thirty
He worked as a carpenter

Then for three years
He was a traveling minister
But he never traveled more
Than two

place in Maine 
I could be a carpenter, you could keep our own garden
ct night we'd whiskey by the fire

Lay low, i know 
It's not our fault we got 
This

Vegas
Written By: Timothy Donovan Jr., Willy Cintron, Paul Houle, clan Labrie, Jason Dubord & Ty Carpenter

Well I watched her cross the boardwalk,

Doubling up my sales 
Never fucking bail 
Grinding like some rails 
Ooohhh 
Get the job done like some MF nails 
Ooohh 

They Hardly working 
Imma carpenter

the same shit  
Bottles on the pavement where a body laid stiff 
You know the rules 
Like Jesus niggas is carpenters they carry tools 
Gotta stroll wit ya

In my own lane right now
Just hunt em and fuck em
Wanna slow me down
Nigga here's you some mustard
"No ketchup"
I can't have you by my side
If you act

Sitting worn out and hollow
Dead at the end  
c lonely structure lost between
What was and could've been 
You can see all the damage
‘Caused by

watch out for the scavenger..
cll his works you know are damaging..
Tell them truth you bring the harbinger..
He was the first son of the carpenter..
He's

underrated
Truly underestimated but as the story goes, turns to the world's greatest
Hold ya head up, even Jesus was a carpenter
Staying humble through it all,

unlock the shackles of these mental chains
And like a carpenter, with the tools
We reconstruct the frame
The King-Dome of deity dissolved the cage

This ol' piece of wood came alive in '28
By a fiddle maker whose soul still resonate
Crafted out of love for future music it would sing
Not knowin'

Coincidentally, I'm simply the archenemy of any
Motherfucker too corrupted by the system - Now just listen
My intentional offensive wordplay is

Yo, the fog creeped across the scene like John Carpenter flicks
The verse graphic, have to pardon my French
I dug trenches with a shovel in

if I met with Jesus would
He still be a carpenter
Wood shavings on the floor
While he's planning down the
Furniture
Would he claim divinity
Or is he

Carpenter, it's love for you, especially
Local rappers, non-factors, yet they hate on me aggressively
I'll knock you on ya dick
In the streets or on a melody

to lie
I'll cut the space program, and have your check by 5
Please don't forget me, cause I was bound to lose
She said my greatest strength, is my greatest

Listen

FFH

Voice from Home

2005

something encouraging to him. My dad had just put a room onto his house. And my grandfather was a master carpenter and he was inspecting my dad?s work. And he