Lyrics:
Well these diamonds on my windshield
And these tears from heaven
Well I'm pulling into town on the Interstate
I got a steel train in the rain
Join the triumph of the skies;
With th' angelic host proclaim,
“Christ is born in Bethlehem.”
Hark! the herald angels sing,
“Glory to the new-born King!
the dogs runnin'
Saved by the sound of the been found
Dixie whistled in the wind, that'll get you Heaven bound
The Devil went down to Georgia but he didn't
and then jack your S-P
CHORUS 1 [Kardinal Offishall] {CMD}
Yo, I'm ill to the 7th degree
T-dot represent, ya hearing me
{Go ahead den}
Yo, I'm the nicest
In a neat little town they called Belfast
Apprentice to trade I was bound
And many an hour o' sweet happiness
I spent in that neat little town
'Til
th'angelic hosts proclaim,
""Christ is born in Bethlehem!""
While shepherds kept their watching
ou0027er silent flocks by night,
behold, throughout
the one to explore.
Her face then lit up, I was standing by the door.
Her face then lit up, I was standing by the door.
Come little daughter, I will
again!
Oh here comes greggery peccary.
Yes it's cravv, cravy, veah...
Every morning, greggery drives
His little red volkswagen to the ugly
Part of town
The darkness everywhere
True man yet very God
From sin and death He saves us
And shares our every load
O little town of Bethlehem
How still we see thee lie
Above
seven other guys
One little barred up window in the rear
My cellmates said if they had let me bring some money in
We ought to send the jailer for some
Eight little whores, with no hope of Heaven,
Gladstone may save one, then there'll be seven.
Seven little whores begging for a shilling,
One stays in
...
Maybe a star of bethlehem…
Maybe a star…
Maybe Jesus never once suspected
He’d be whored and disrespected
By the ones who wore his name like a thorny
the documentary
Take em to the symmetry I mean the cemetery
Where everybody boxed in, refrigerator Perry
And everybody little fuck up, they blame it on Barack
finally got ready
But the boys were gone
Mama don't you worry,
Night's approachin'
There's a hole in heaven
Where some sin slips through
Just close
him by
[Chorus]
But love is on the move,
Revealing heaven's truth!
Love is on it's way and it will find him
In a high rise building,
The rich
long time for you
In a broken down apartment house
Lay a woman dying
By her side a little six year old girl
Who was softly crying
Momma don't go
came through the port
Live by the code die by the code
so much cane done came thru this city we named 40th street Bird Road
Who made Opa-Locka? Who knows
East nineteen ninety nine my niggas
Thinkin' bout back in the days when the year was '89
Little nigga on da grind
Gotta get mine doing my crime,
of the jug
And he's still liftin' platinum falderal
Call it Hell
Call it Heaven
It's a probable twelve to seven
That the guy's only doin' it for some
Come hither, ye children, O come one and all
To Bethlehem haste, to the manger so small
God's Son for a gift has been sent you this night
To be your
don't believe you oughta be a-bringin' up your little girl this way."
And it was signed by the secretary, "Harper Valley PTA."
Well it happened that
leads
them towards Bethlehem. The Wise Men enter the gates of the
sleeping town and make their way through the deserted streets.
A dog snarls at them.
Taking you to the other terrain, we mash strictly for the cream
Here to kill your whole scene and your motherfuckin team
Little 'Mal, the raw dawg, I
bianca all the time
Sour juice from summertime
Pretty song for your heart
Oh seven heavens oh
Heaven one, feel alone hey hey
Hеaven two, I don't wanna
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