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of my grief and pain

We are all sinners
Show no mercy now
Aren't we all killers
Show no mercy now 

Behold the lamb of god 
Heal me of my grief and pain

THE MOTHERLAND

MEDIA IS COMING WITH THE CAMERAS 
CHILDREN ARE ABANDONED BY THEIR FATHERS NOW
THE SOCIETY MAKE US TURN ON EACH OTHER NOW 
BUT WHAT WE NEED TO DO IS

Never doubt your God
Children singing songs about Jihad
Explosions that blow cars over
Buildings from afar
We the children of a bloodstained

You want me to make an active face
Risking myself my life my woman my sister my children
On some idealism which you are surely exist in America

Never and never again shall it be
That this beautiful land
Will again experience
The oppression of one by another

The revolution was hard
Days were

to "Abolition!"
Squad cars, free guns, only buying ammunition
I've been itching for the revolution, no anarcho-fantasy
Simply pissed about the lynching's of my

c thousand generations cast off of the Land
By blind capital's invisible hand
Roots cut starve the fruits then they wither the branch
Pass down abuse

and
Come together in love. 
Joining hands in unification 
To heal the earth and all her children. 
Their actions and deeds shall make the earth green again.

Gore obsessed murder i'm a stalker
Sawn open pussy sickening mess like sushi
Small children killed by the chainsaw man
Eyes cut out everyone screams

the children been suffering
They're suffering cos low spiritual conviction
And we need this strength to fight this revolution
They don't want them to learn from

They say the odds against me
Are crooked and impossible
Like I was born with a hole
In my heart as an obstacle
I was left to die by the
Doctors

leaders looking pitiless
cnd it's pitiful
How they pockets full
But the children still never gettin shit
It's all good, revolution coming
On my Malcolm X

Pulling up on the sinners
On the rise, skyscraper, multiply like children
High rise nigga, in the projects with killers
But the cops not really with

resources and all their might
Over and over, you live it again
A century passed since they died by your hands
You're haunting the hallways and the residents

women and children
They're all sinners to me
Worship devils and their succubi
My sword shall set you free
Then, He spoke to me
By the heavens, I was

See the light illumination
Redemption is here
Our ancestors came to show us
We are the children of the son
Rebel people try to harm you
The revolution

Raising hustlers, thieves and prostitutes, 
Young homie think before you shoot, murderer.

Where will our children go when there's no place

Time"

"Lee Harvey Oswald was shot." 

"I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by

Spiritual Cramp

Christian Death

Death Box

2012

without my
bullet proof vest
Killing myself for the perfect honeymoon
fighting with scorpions tied around my neck
I hear the pitter patter
of a killer

When the mercenaries march
They're marching off too strong
When the Mercenaries march
The children sing sad song
No one looking after
While murderers

You wait by youth
Where the mountains kiss the sky
People whispered dreams of freedom
And they wondered why
The old ways held them captive
But

Made Man

Big Boi

BOOMIVERSE

2017

been lost
By the time you hear this song
There'll be plenty niggas gone
Talkin' 'bout six feet under grass
While the killers be at home
Now my

when we walk
Fuck the law we wont abide till it applies to killer cops
And I’ve been saying this for a long time now
In front of their children when they

the stink, revolutions in my brain! 

On one command we wake up, we're a mob
Followin' the madmen we bleed by our eyes,
And one shout gives us a dream
A big