Lyrics:
steel triggers battle with a sharpened tongue
Unchain your state of mind and view every one as one
Sharper image my technology and bodily
Built by mental
A lonely mother gazin' out of the window
Staring at her son that she just can't touch
If at any time he's in a jam, she'll be by his side
But he
wants your submission
Break down, to His will, to the sound and give Him
All that you are
And give Him all of your heart
Now I ya ya ya
Wanna go
blue sea_
Aim lock on, _goldeneye_
War in the snow storm, with double-oh on
U.k. blow your horns
Put you in, i.c.u., gettin blood drawn
Doc did it,
things they will go wrong
The end is getting closer day by day)
In shades of grey
We're doomed to face the night
Light's out of sight
Since we've
From the city where they up guns
Dont duck betta run hot slug for your mug if you want some
No love in the slums where I come from
Where they post
Show more love that dem pree
Rainy days cloud mi thoughts
cn mi heart is clean
Mentally gone naught
Can feel it deplete
In midst of chaos
Have
instance, persistence to have latitudes
Bruise your knees, you will lose
A life or limb, whichever you choose
Find some foe in him, words tend to catch
took the old man's gaze
Hopes of the young in troubled graves
I see no day, I heard him say
So grey is the face of every mortal
Oh-oh, people
took the old man's gaze
Hopes of the young in troubled graves
I see no day, I heard him say
So grey is the face of every mortal
Oh-oh, people
the mad King
Wildfire no dousing, fan flames
of passion for Christ arousing
Your arms too short to box with God, Dalsim
beliebers swarm in from the locust
A lonely mother gazin' out of the window
Staring at her son that she just can't touch
If at any time he's in a jam, she'll be by his side
But he
died in Iraq
Five hundred and nine died in Chicago
I arrived on the day Fred Hampton died
Uh, real niggas just multiply
And they say by twenty-one
that raised up
Christ from the dead shall
Also quicken your mortal bodies
By his spirit that dwelleth in you
Depart hence, you spirits of sadness
For
jah your worthy, worthy of all praise
Forgive me have mercy for my evil ways
Oh jah your worthy, worthy of all praise
Forgive us have mercy for our
gracious
Never complained her father taught her bout being stead fast in midst of a storm
You go through what you go through cuz you're far from the norm
Running Scarred For The Doe,
Two. Got A Problem I'm A Let You Know.
Three. On Your Mark Get Ready Set Go,
By The Time You Get To Four Go Scrape Him Off
shekinah
May we from thee never be severed
I'll sing praise to your name forever
El Elyon far beyond yet close by
Nobody does it like God the most high
me numb
But If you live by the gun, then you die by the gun Update double O- 1
Venmo, nah forget it
Praise the Lord and I will not forgive him
Praise
through all generations
The lowly, he sets on high
And those who mourn are lifted to safety
Rejoice in the midst of your storm
Void forms, but he also binds
lost and I needed some help
I need some water, how deep is your well? I am not laughin', no Keenan, and kel when
I park in the back and I'm eatin' a pill
can't do
And I'ma stand firm in my faith
Givin praise, till Im bathing
In heavenly rain
Even at my worst, He loved me
Always right there by my side
Now
of puss and gore
the tattered unshelter of your desire
a passive only begotten, belated,
that we in turn be berated,
forgotten in the storm.
Then take this
heaven
Tell me why i shouldn't praise my father in heaven
You just hating on me cause you know he's got me covered
When God is by my side who shall I fear
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