Lyrics:
your fear
You'd better give your soul to the Lord above, because your ass belongs to the spear
The great and dreadful day of the Impaler is upon you
have the right to choose his young
A son is a credit to the family name
But a daughter can only bring worry and shame
You can solve all your
're married to the blues, boy,
Your guitar is your wife.
It's like that fine old woman
Who you're faithful to for life.
All right, son, let's hear some
of the blood, the blood
That calls us sons and daughters
We are ransomed by our Father through the blood, the blood
There is nothing stronger
Oh, the wonder
We tryna get us a million for
Our daughters and our sons (Sons) , yeah
We don't play with none you niggas
(No niggas)
We don't play with none you
She might be here
She might be the one
You know
The one with the bomb
The one you're supposed to avoid
At all costs and by all means
Till the end
Where have all our heroes gone what's come over our great land
America is still my home sweet home but where have all our heroes gone
I saw a group
you are
Only listen to the word of
The Most High
I am who God said I am
His word is true
He's the great I am
My identity is set by
The great I am
I ain't trying to be no D-boy
I love music, I'm a b-boy
Are you the undercover or the decoy
I'm heavy with the D, Trouble T Roy
A pit with no muzzle,
Everyday is another struggle
(Struggle is real)
Mommy a cry, daughters a die
Sons get lost in the bubble
But with father God by our sides
(Right
to eternal and a stumbles not the end
You are loved by love so even in your sin
cshes to ashes Phoenix we rise
Gray all around but in the Son is blue skies
Welcome to Nellyville
Where all newborns get a half a mil'
Sons get sedan DeVilles, soon as they can reach the wheel
And daughters get diamonds
of Your glory
Your glory
Holy are You, Lord
And yet you stepped down to love me
Sinless are You, Lord
And even still you paid my debt; You paid it all
predicted long ago by the prophet Joel
In the last days, God says, I will pour out my Spirit upon all people
Your sons and daughters will prophesy
Your young
said a rhyme by putting candles on my cake
I just came from the bank (you said a rhyme?) A rhyme so funny
A song about the line so long they all gave
children at?
You got two sons, all they do is fight
You up through the night like gimme-gimme-gimme dat
Yeah, nice titties, got a pic, go and send me that
are suffering, disease has taken hold
Can be healed by God's great power, when believing we will go
Beyond Praise there is a miracle
Within the Veil, I
and daughters
Sinners to the Father
I belong to you
Oh, I belong to you
Forever changed, you gave me purpose
Redeemed in you my chains are broken
I'm no longer
created the seen and unseen and the things that I never even saw in my dreams
Ohh Lord you are great you are mighty, you make things that I can't think
Let all nations
And every tribe and tongue
Declare our God as Mighty
Faithful
Powerful
And the Great One
Lord we celebrate You this day
Hallelujah
away.
On them shall great terror fall till all Your folk pass by.
You plant them on Your holy hill, the mountain which You have made,
Established there
shine'th
The everlasting Light,
The hopes and fears of all the years
Are met in thee to-night.
For Christ is born of Mary,
And gathered all above,
And gracious in all his deeds
The LORD upholds all who are falling
And raises up those who are bowed down
The eyes of all look to you
And you give them their
gentlemen
Rehearsals, as you can see, are under way, for a new production of
Chalumeau's 'Hannibal'
M. Lefevre, I am rehearsing
M. Reyer, Mme. Giry,
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