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the pain
What was my way to deliverance livin to fall
Seemed to portion the pace
If that's what I'm meant to be doing than why was I sent here
And spit like

when the devil came
I let him take my life again
Mamed by a shot at point blank range
Sunshine and kisses
Is now depression and rain
If I could fix it I

The Sign

Orphanage

Driven

to last, their breed won't easily break.
Endurance is a virtue they possess,
Deliverance what they caress.

There's times to wait, and times to doubt,

a fucking season
Every day for me is ice
I got roughed up by my peoples
Now I really love to fight
But easily ducking evil everyday I pray to Christ
Shine

hold my breath till deliverance comes
If I sharpen my teeth
It'll be with the bones of my enemies after I kill em and run
Karmas a bitch
I got down

Gather brothers, gather sisters
Soothe your blisters by the fire
Though our bones may ache and groan
We know our spirit's never tire

Gather brothers, gather sisters
Soothe your blisters by the fire
Though our bones may ache and groan
We know our spirit's never tire

Coming from the mean streets of killa California
From a city where the goons they a pull up on ya
Young boy Surrounded by a lot of wickedness
Sending

Eternity lay before me
Casting cold its eyes upon the dregs below
The whips and scorns carried night and day
When freedom effervescent lilts just out

arguing
Damn it then
I needed you to stand by me
But I'm facing in front of the mirror
Of what want it to be you're my hero
Now I'm making my own way
I'm

Men in Black

Running Wild

Masquerade

1995

A blinding phenomenon lights up the darkened sky
You think of U.F.O.'s, saucers that rush by
Photographs are taken, the public is informed
You

Masquerade

Running Wild

Masquerade

1995

scorn they teach
"Obey and work!" the holy law they preach

They've sold your soul, your flesh and blood to the whims of evil gods
They've changed

freezing the blood in my veins
Uncounted years have passed by
I'm afraid of all my emotions
On grey walls, the eyes of death
Looking at me, showing only pain

God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen

The Canadian Tenors

The Perfect Gift

2010

born
And laid within a manger
Upon this blessed morn
The which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort

Your Name
Were saved, and were not put to shame
But in the dust my honor lies
While all reproach and all despise

My words a cause for scorn they make

Minimal decibel sonic missile sonar guided frimmuh yacht
Noisesconcuss consciousness it ain't a prophetic miracle, this is by design
Subliminal rude

hears this recording
Will feel your love, will know that they have victory
Will know that they have deliverance
We thank you Holy Spirit that you will

What's your impossible? Your "I need a miracle"
What's got you barely hanging by a single thread?
What looks so hopeless now? What weighs down your

the flames
Death within, looking through a magnifying glass
With a stare that knew, it had been bettered, it had been beaten
In revival, in deliverance

we talk 
and by faith with deliverance how we walk 
until now ive been known to hit knees 
but one time can i break it down for the Gs 
i left a stain

lies 
None shall be left alive 
Bury the sadist, bury their lies
Black blood soil, scorn in time

Follow the path led by the blind
Eye for an eye till

of deliverance, but where's the evidence
If I'm just looking at this wrong, why don't it make no sense
I've been confused by the voices surrounding me
Hate

creator of
How I fell in the sun
I am fire in a lukewarm setting a true form
Art that brewed war by feuding in booths too worn
Most of it too edgy
Like two

blair’s do stare now child let it go why even dare / oh monfrare daddy left them chinchillas in a hole / got em swinging by a pole star struck i suppose/