Lyrics:
miranda.
By that rose we may well see
There be one God in persons three,
Pares forma.
The aungels sungen the shepherds to:
Gloria in excelsis Deo
The Lords my shepherd I'll not want
He makes me down to lie
In pastures green he leadeth me the quiet waters by
My soul he doth restore again
O Night Divine
Wise Men and Shepherds
Looked for a king
Stars and hosts of heaven filled the sky
The earth awaiting
A Promised Child
So long
packages
Knotted with twine
From omniscient allies
(With the most zealous knife)
Culture of convenience
Culture of convenience
(Killed by the)
Culture
Desecrating name,
Of the false shepherd,
Deprived of his own thoughts,
Smashing faith for the masses,
Grave upon grave,
The sifting sands of fate,
I am carnal failure
Draped upon forgotten bones
Consumed from within
By corrupted marrow
The world's flesh
Ripe with sores
Endlessly weeping
Amen
Lying in the manger
Amen
On Christmas morning
Amen, Amen, Amen
While shepherds kept their watching
O'er silent flocks by night
Behold throughout
out on the clock
The shepherd is here to protect the flock
With my staff I walk through the wilderness
Build on math, and destroy all the villainous
You lead me by the waters still
You lay me down to rest upon your faithfulness
My Shepherd, simply take my hand
Your song restores my soul
For Your
The Lord is my shepherd on him I lean He maketh me to lie down in pastures green By still waters He leads me, bread of Heaven He feeds me
For
gonna do it
By any means necessary?
Well, I wish life was fair as a renaissance
She was a debutante
Now she work at restaurants (Oh, baby)
Fuck a bitch,
All last night we were learning
Drank our cheques by the bar
Somewhere bridges were burning
As the walls came down at the Star
Squad cars fanned
TKaiia - For the Culture ft Marlee
This is for the culture
Coming with a bang
All about the melanin
It’s a Copes thing
This is for the culture
The lily fair
The scene of death is lying just below
The mountain cuts off the town from viеw
Like a cancer growth is removеd by skill
Let it be revealed
a shepherd i’m like Steph
I shoot with the best but the
Key is in my leg-work
All I wanna hear is that invest word
Otherwise skate
There’s nothin uglier than
the spider to the fly
'And die'
'Come into my parlour' said the spider to the shepherd's pie
You fly through the air with the greatest respect
Now that you've
what I once bought back
In that slot I won't need to replace
This culture is a poacher of overexposure, not today
Don't feed me to the vultures
I am
the shouts of Hosanna the King
Chorus
Oh, daughter of Zion your time's drawing near
Don't forsake Him, oh don't pass it by
On the foal of a donkey
Prioritize the final fragment of mankind
The last whisper of man will be poignant by design
Procreate an apocalypse and salvage what's left
the culture?"
"Why don't you ring it back to the Bentleys"
"That old school club, not the car"
By the way, can I hold your show?
Got applause for the liquors that
it lou-wow-wowed
I'm black and I'm pro-wou-wowed
It's no more to me
A hidden mystery
Of stolen legacy
Of my history
Cause I know my culture
Of my
Aiding the weak
Know me by name
Shepherd of fire
Well I can promise you paradise
No need to serve on your knees
And when you're lost in the darkest
stone
Before you came into the world
We were born with a culture code
To live by and die by
We were born with a culture code
Bunch of lies
Made up by
offspring raised in fear
of hell to always keep them near
a flock of well complying sheep
lead by shepherds that want to reap
You say: without god moral
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