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given His
Lashes and the nails were driven in Him, so we'd live again
Moved us out the darkness and the bondage, now we freely live
Ephesians that I'm
intelligence is on God level
All memories formed in melodies from the 70s
And all hail to all dinners and plates
And all hail to the cartels, and we out
have a home
Their dad was a dead beat that
Spent the money on designer clothes
His favorite was the purple jacket
Cause the buttons were chrome
His
truth.
Spin me down the long ages: let them sing the song.
See there! a son is born -- and we pronounce him fit to fight.
There are black-heads on his
will it take us to see
We're not savages but royalty
Stolen a nation's identity
Still tellin me that I'm free, I look in the mirror and see
I am Black
the block
All them say we doomed from the start
Cah' we black
Remember this, every race start
From the block, just remember that
As we proceed to give you
arepas de la abuela, our post-colon
art of resistance? can't the deep structure of
our food be how we were never kings, in the
flavor of our needs, in
No honey
Wow! Here is your boy right now with
About 20 of his new best friends
The cops start getting out of the cars
And ready their weapons
I'm
The truth
But we call the truth another name
We call Him Jesus
The Son of Man the Word become flesh
Came to live among those doomed by death
He claimed to be
a year to two years actually. By the
time you lot are listening to this, which is February, I mean as we know Can I Play With Madness was
released the 2nd
the paper didn't burn and you
Can see the cars look like they were from world war 2
All rusted through
There wasnt enough rubble after the fall
knew the fella could play
Dig him
By the things he heard his right hand say
(Now, we're gonna romp)
(There was no doubtin' that the man could swing)
the woman's head nobody will by and she began to cry
That was in the early fall and when came the late fall
Son she said the sight of you makes your
'Cause we're heading for the brink
What will happen now that he is dead?
He was for equality
For all people, you and me
Full of love and good will,
Luther King (yeah)
I hustle hard, I go and get the check (check) (check bitch)
They want me dead just like I'm Malcolm X (woo)
Had that ambition from
out from that little one room and kitchen youve got. Its owned by my good friends in Cayman National Bank, so we have already moved out your stuff,
of the tomb
Resurrected from the dead and the doomed
Sun is still shining and no it's not over
Don't lose it all now try to keep your composure
Stay in
from the face
Of the number of the saints maybe accomplished
After a little space there shall arise another king out of the east
A lover of the Lord
Who
And Mercury falls
And how dead dead dead dead
Dead dead are you
Summertime
When the living is easy
Summertime
When the dying is easy
The world
Who are we fooling?
Hell is hot, fire is proven
To burn for eternity, return of the student
That never learned how to live right just by how to shoot
at to where we be?
It's evident who's out for the dead president
And why so many close to my heart had to die
Were we goin' in life figure
There's no start
in effect, the days are all peep
Grown by his own, provoked the wrong sheep
When I'm in effect, the day is all raw
Ten little workers, nine were all
then we don't
And between you and me, we're all doomed from the unknown
"(Say cuz, you not, you not really suicidal though, is you?)"
Man fuck that, hop
the woman's head nobody will by and she began to cry
That was in the early fall and when came the late fall
Son she said the sight of you makes your
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