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Road to Glory

Lynn Hilary

Take Me with You

2009

imagined
To never have substance at all

I once met an old man who told me a story
Of a great British empire living in glory
I sat down beside him

Time Flies

Johnny Reid

Country Hits 2007

2006

and time flies

An old man, sits alone trying hard to remember
But his memories gone up on the wall dressed up inside a frame hangs up a
Frame a couple

old opportunities gone
What of the elders
Story tellers in abandoned homes
Miss 'em all like, childhood
Reminisce with songs
Disputes, do they still

And I found myself down in the alley
Down by the trash cans
I was minding my business I was doing my best
When I ran across the man

I pulled into San

of being used

Rita, where you been so long
Rita, where you been so long

Down by that river in the middle of the night
Tumbled them dice right into a fight

"Lo! The desert-depths are stirr'd, And the reeds of Jordan quiver At the Baptist's herald word, Shake the shores of that old river.
Nearer comes

growing fast
Underneath our your feet
The only roots were putting down man
Are dug down deep
On that long and winding old dirt road
Like we're running round

scams 
& Krugerrands,
more Free Speech gang-bang,
Come on, old man!

man you are.
She laughed and left me.
I won't forget your smile.
I don't need to cry,
I don't need to cry.
Sea and tears dyed red
by the setting sun.
I

[GZA]

Designer and most of man 

stands the front-end loader

hold enough weight that'll compensate the share-holders

Powerful motor controls are

design
Past the town where people stayed
By the lake that they had made
When they stopped the river deep and wide

Set down on a ranch in the desert

to the bow
Strategy to the full, victory, see it glow
And we take the winner lap around
The river and we're back
Only God allow that, we're the "Nia nya"
Show

Sparring Minds

GZA

Legend of the Liquid Sword

2002

[GZA]
Designer and most of man 
stands the front-end loader
hold enough weight that'll compensate the share-holders
Powerful motor controls are

maiden, I was made by an Irish man
He was a guitar man from Texas and he played his six strings hot
He was a renegade leader of a Cherokee band before they

I'm a man
Never planned
I don't want it in my hand
Take it back
Got em' mad
I could bury you in sand
If you want
I'll be nice
But you gotta play it

a boss
Told my old teacher they can come get a job
Gps me or im gon get lost
Got a good lawyer man he gon get me off
Down to the floor
Try get a pound for

I’m about to make new waves like tidal
I hear my Call of Duty, Replenished all my vitals
Reloaded all my rifles
Letting go of old cycles
Spinning Fire

up
But God, I don't know how

Old money San Francisco
You were raised on diamond sands
But I built my wealth from nothing
A Boston self-made man
They

getting old
And soon enough you'll be no fun

So darling won't you come with me
And join this rightful state of mind
The river won't dry this easily

Yeah
We back up in this bitch
Yeah

This n*gga
This n*gga Coley on my ass
Man I gotta

Yeah
Fuck it 
Straight through this bitch
Yeah
Look

I done

to smile but the child is always wanting more
The old man always sleeps and only wants to snore
And I've risen out the grave on my accord
Still I'm caged by

I remember when I was born
Before the earth was old and worn
Before I was so tired and forlorn
A pile of rocks and dirt and trees
I've grown by

my mind?
Expectations are the old fantasies left behind. 

Not in luck, chin up, I learned to live without it. 

Survived the valley, doubled back just

wait
What am I waiting for

Now he's rolling on through the rivers rushing by
Giving life to trees and vines
Leading sailboats on like mine
I hear him