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, RubberBand boy
I'm Band God you should pray to the damn lord
I'm on yo track then I'm talk them bands on it
Cause ima Band Boy, RubberBand boy
I got shooters

SPED class, I am not no intellectual
I don't like to run, I am not no damn track star
I just used my penis to strum my guitar
I just made a little boy

off to dreamland
And I asked the Lord to please slow down the time
As I snuck back down the hall
I tripped over her tea set
I turned the cartoons off

Home Boys Home

Luke Kelly

The Collection

1999

country, 
Where the oak and the ash and the bonny rowan tree 
Are all a-growin` green in the old country. 

Well I asked for a candle for to light me up

my boy, it’s a dash of gin and a squeeze of lime
Got no ill will momma, I rode the tide
When your hard up for so long honey, you thank the lord

Yesterday I saw a little girl
Sitting in the park alone in her own world
I gently asked her why were she so sad
She just cried and answered I loss my

my Lord (how it feel?)

I was beggin' God for a sign, shine a beacon of light
I know I ain't livin' right
Every day is darkness, in this dusty

When I was young we were dirt poor
That made my moms and pops work more
We aint know much about the women work force
Now Im tryna make the government

Mahatma

I will do tapas in the forest until Lord Narayana gives me a vision and my father's love.

My dear boy.. Is it only a man's love that you're in

Love

Nightwish

Imaginaerum

2011

I see a slow, simple youngster by a busy street,
With a begging bowl in his shaking hand.
Trying to smile but hurting infinitely. Nobody notices.

Tabernacle

Royce da 5'9"

Layers

2016

Skeltah album called
Sean Price be like, "I'm not sure any" yeah that was my shit
I used to bump that shit all day
By this time I knew I wanted to be

the studio, I have to
By now that's all my brain knows
On the radio, and all the stage shows
I gotta work on my brand like Waitrose
I don't really care

the lord has planned for me 
Got me stepping out in faith 
Boy am making God moves 
I'm not blind 
Walking by faith 
Not by sight 

Making God moves 
I'm not

pressure, I carry myself with class
Shawty's a treasure, no questions asked, ay

I don't need no helmet, I know where I'm going (Oh Lord)
I pedal very gentle

Shackled

Ghetto Commission

Wise Guys

1998

bets not miss a spottin
And if you thank about escaping I'm gon shoot you while you trottin
I'm feelin horny fuckin right BOY I'm gon fuck your wife

too
And all the things I wished I'd do
Lord give me strength and set me free
The hangman asked me one last time
Boy any final words
Before I send you

nigga
To fall in a coffin
Lord knows everybody, that I love die often
Or wind up in the cage
And I don't seem to understand
It ain't nothing but a few

and take no loss
Yeah, and I'm prayin' for some light, surrounded by the dark
Need a fire goin', Lord, let me get a spark
Because this cold world had my

to Tennessee
Stole my best guitar, singing Skynard in a bar
Lord knows who she's been kissin'            
 
I asked the good Lord in church on Sunday    
Please

the rain
It’s those old familiar hauntings
That keep you running for all your days
She asked that God Fearing Boy that night
Will you run with me
If I decide

say (uh)
I admit I can't spell for shit
I admit that all I hear is hits (oh)
I admit that I couldn't read the teleprompter
When the Grammy's asked

closed
How's your heart even beatin' in this darkness
Lord how you even breathe it's hard to say
When you live and die the bigot's way
 
My grandpa I could

'm the best director ya seen, can't believe this
How am I demoted to part of the common folk
I'm a joke, new car smell mixed with that pine oak
We do what we

can give her love, she'll show it back
Go to church and praise the Lord for everything on top of that
Rollie on my wrist, I call it Rocky, cause