Lyrics:
From the Oval Room of the White House
For every American
This has to be the proudest day of our lives
Neil Armstrong, Buz Aldrin (sp?), Mike Collier
Sometimes we feel the power of God's great
Hands are felt by some not worthy
While those who sing and praise God's
Name seemed to be passed by
But
mothafuckers woulda been moved
I swam waters with great whites
Y'all mothafuckers woulda been chewed
I hustle with vultures late nights
Y'all mothafuckers
the ocean
Too calm to get upset by somebody's notion
Future makers, organ takers
A non-human intelligence is guiding
Worlds colliding, far away star system
I
White dove will mourn in sorrow
The willows will hang their heads
I'll live my life in sorrow
Since mother and daddy are dead
As the years roll by I
Maker of heaven and earth
Will come with His great power
He'll come with His great power
Chorus:
The King is coming
On a white horse
Heaven's army at His
YAHWEH x3
You live forever, Lord
You are God all by yourself
Verse 2
King of creation
Maker of the world
Aka ji uwa lee
Ageless Father
You reign in
I will be joined in Hades
By a demon of great strength
There is no joy in Hades
When we stand in chains
The despot of this world
The night
red either blue selling hard and the white
Live by the gun, never run from a fight
Trayvon in a hoodie, walking through the neighborhood he
Didn't do
Alright, okay
How you feel?
Feeling great
What ya want?
I wan' do it to death, what's up wit' you?
You know my steez
True indeed
Say it loud
Black
and the pipe
Young nigga rolling weed in a cigar he can light
Bang red either blue selling hard and the white
Live by the gun, never run from a fight
Trayvon in
whiskey maker
Come what will, I love her still
Now we spend our days in the great outdoors on a creek-bank in the woods
At night we run down country roads,
you are you are
This is know in all the earth That you've done exceeding great things to the glory of you name
Without you nothing lives
You are
overnighters right by the motel
Drug money outfit, record clean
Spend it all on me and my fuckin' team
Matchin' Rollies for real, matchin' Rovers for real
overnighters right by the motel
Drug money outfit, record clean
Spend it all on me and my fuckin' team
Matchin' Rollies for real, matchin' Rovers for real
There are lives that are erring and aimless,
And deaths that just hang by a hair;
There are hardships that nobody reckons;
There are valleys unpeopled
depression is our lives weve been all raised by television to believe that one day wed all be millionaires and movie gods and rock stars but we wont and were
ain't been clean but I been trying
They can't judge cuz they ruled by the tyrant
White gleam balling
I call upon michael
On my life press recycle
I see
Even as a youngster causing ruckus on
The back of the bus i was a fool all through
High school kicking up dust
But now I'm labelled as a trouble
Maker
thinking
Focus on your maker
The Jehovah Elhoheka
Motivator, cordinator
Jesus is my elevator
I am a Christian on a mission
Fulfilling the great commission
on
And no matter what you fighting for I promise that it'll live on
Like Make America great again
Make it hate again
Make it white
Make everybody fight
can
Our knuckles are white
We write letters to each other, invent secrets to confess to
I learn foreign and exotic terms of endearment by which
by the hundreds everywhere I went.
I must've brought rest to the restless, fed the hungry too,
I must've done something great to get to have you.
When
crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst
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