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Nowadays the game has change and rappers speak the same
They talk about the fame
And the money that they gain
New generation (hold up) this the time to make

a 
Part of a new generation of kings
Blood bought soaked in the Holy Spirit am filled
Rivers flowing from my belly
I just hope they can reach the whole

by my generation
As a result of our first world situation
So many distractions
My hopes and dreams heading for destruction
I'm tryna balance music

of speech
Freedom of religion
But when we speak
It’s like a world war 3
Tired of the yelling and all of the hurt
A broken generation
when will we put them

the hope of generations
Tossed aside, betrayed

You've been waiting for the truth
To come find you
Are you speaking for yourself or your pain?
Do you sleep

Death comes for us now
The soft crushing blow
At the worlds end
Drawn by the undertow
Men, women, civilians
Born of radiation
Blood runs in street

with John Kelly, editor of 
Yeats' letters, discussions and notes from a Valentine Cunningham 
of Oxford, a note from Michel Butor, and other old letters

to do it boy
They don’t understand what our fate was
This world is living so fatal and
They chase the wind like tornado so
What's the point of saying save

of being to a legacy
Forging this blueprint to guidence
To a new world
With knowledge of our history that teach us
Speaking of teachers 

When Charlie speaks

stable kept it together
No matter the weather
You always knew better
Forever
I'll treasure
They can not sever cuz our
Love tougher than leather

Life is

from a youngin but I live to see it come in
But when it's said and done
Don't wanna live to see us done in
By our own doing or any doing from one end

that were wicked and evil I'll be the first
So go ahead and try to beat sin by yourself
Just make sure you ready to lose
Serving this world full

collecting the awe from the faces of their martyrs.
They gift it to the world, confronting the world with itʼs shame.
Tears of a mother, looking out of her

collecting the awe from the faces of their martyrs.
They gift it to the world, confronting the world with itʼs shame.
Tears of a mother, looking out of her

fifteen
And my pretty eyes still focused on making a reality
It was a big big world
But I kept growing with it
My mother wants to be understood I hope she

of figurines

In the Earth, she holds belief
In the Earth, her hope and grief

Fiona, Fiona

Madness, madness by another name
The sky on fire, the birds set

celebrate the mystery
Christ abides in us the hope of glory

This is the Kingdom key
We have triumphant victory
And the world will know us by our love
That

Cats are dying by their lonesome hits are planned out but boys will rap about it boasting
Let's keep it real ain't nothing real about dissing dead my

I feel sore
I don't know what to believe anymore
Apple made it's first pad by an accident
Elton John only got seven songs, checkout there is a list

Who's that peeping in my window?
Tense up leaning back rolling Indo
Blue lights roll up with the guns pulled 
Dear God I hope and pray to see

your record's pretty clean
You always actin' like you gotta take the world by the balls
But a handshake should do man, just start your shit small
Why's

world I am amazed
Lord, my family dey alive na by your grace
Always happy with the wonderful parents you brought my way
I can not think about the sorrows

Look around my friend and tell me what you see.

A world of blind guides led by MTV.

Generation X is generation "me."

Self regard reigns in

'wake, I'll already have the torch
Gotta light the way, bridge our generation forward
Buy some real estate, hope they don't sell it all before
A giant