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a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for?

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All

in the sweet by and by

For God so loved the world
He sent His Son to save
To break the chains of sin
And free us from the grave
In Him we find our

in the deepest grave 
Consumed for all to see to feel 
Can't you see the women 
The children 
The men are slaughtered 
By the thousands

a cage
Stripped of all feeling
But sadness and rage
Grave is the answer
The end of all trials
Turning the pages
Of a life in exile

Tighten the rope

Crown of thorns, no mercy shown
Crucified then buried in a grave
But death could not contain your son 
Raised to life in him we've won 
Jesus lives

Eleanor Rigby

Freeway Philharmonic

Spindletop Music 1985-1990

1991

in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the face 
That she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for

All the lonely people
Where do they all come

[Chorus: TQ]
All I ever wanted to do was be da man
Get out the ghetto and feed my whole fam
But the dirty streets in the city won't let me go (let

I wana live it
I wana all live all this life till i get to The grave and i mean it
I wana live it
I wana show you my daughter your Daddy can do what

And buried six foot deep
You test my head
Pretend to hurt
You leaving me in peace is all I need to heal to feel
Finding something real
Into the grave you go

Bumbu by the case, nigga, fuck you, fly away
Sick shit, blrrrp

Dedicated
To the culture that Tunechi birthed
To the sons and daughters of Weezy

of the island
Years may go by but the love's still the same
Dockworkers son and the kings only daughter
Passing away in a loving embrace

Now they're spirits

No hope
Gave the future no hope 
For my son’s and daughter’s
Deep in that zone
I was deep In that zone 
Pushing that water
Shipping them boats
I was

cling to 
When you realize this is it
We're all you had
There's nothing but us

I walked to your grave
It was gone
In its place
Was a garden of flowers

of violence or we'll
Go down in flames with our wounds unhealed
In a battle royale with our daughters and sons
We're killing the game with all these guns

Buried in featureless shallow graves
They will be exhumed today
Parts of us we've tried to hide
Now left on display

On the withered ground we sleep

Weathered and hollowed out by your mistakes

Oh Bobby, baby, we all know the truth
You were looking for love in all the bad that you’d do
Bobby, baby, we all

They be smilin’ in ya’ face silently wishin’ for ya’ demise. 
But then I see the prize, lookin’ into my son’s eyes.

All the hurtin’ all the hate

the house back in 93, 
Came in second in the lottery 
Buried all the money by the railroad tracks  
Buried all the money by the railroad tracks 

Now that you

Mom's on the job can't you tell 
Mom when are you coming home 

Mom when are you coming home 
To see your son
Daughter don't be a policeman 
Please

by the door
Who is it for?

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?

Father McKenzie
Writing

We are the ones
We are the fodder
To feed the young 
Your sons and daughters
We are the ones 
Lambs to the slaughter
We are the ones
We are the ones

by the door
Who is it for?

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?

Father McKenzie
Writing

enemies
Our praises scorn the enemy
I delight in His deliverance
The Lord is our deliverance

Pass the promise
To our sons and daughters
God most

glass
License so expired
I'm identified by all my tats
Creeker to the grave
Lock that mug and then go weld it shut
Bury me on Ghost Ranch with
My middle