Lyrics:
fills
Up with fumes and roaring engines and
Blurred movement it's chaos
And at the center of it all is
Meek, by this time completely awake
And in his
Get shot, you run and try to save them
And now you sittin' there with all the blood on your hands
Worried' about your children
Cause they stay up in
With no weapon insight now you know that ain't right
All he has was his candy in hand (his skittles) candy
What about the family (his brother)
His
In the county Tyrone, in the town of Dungannon
Where many a ruckus meself had a hand in
Bob Williamson lived there, a weaver by trade
And all
A strong willed tough woman, but she's always kind
Grandad was a farming man
You feel the strength in his grip when he shakes your hand
Up the dirt road,
hands, or paws, or anything they've got now
All God's creatures got a place in the choir
Some sing low and some sing higher,
Some sing out loud
say You want to share
The power no one will withstand
Just be my human hand
I know your secrets
I know it all
[Band as choir (1)]
[Solo 1]
Deadliest school shooting since Sandy Hook
On Valentine's Day yesterday in Florida, it tore legs
It's 5:30 AM, the news has been on since I've been
This is your station baby
All I see is strobe lights
Blinding me in my hindsight
Finding me by myself
Promise me you can help
In all honesty I got
In the County Tyrone, near the town of Dungannon,
Where many the ructions meself had a hand in.
Bob Williamson lived, a weaver by trade,
And all
In the county Tyrone, in the town of Dungannon
Where many a ruckus meself had a hand in
Bob Williamson lived there, a weaver by trade
And all
In the County Tyrone, near the town of Dungannon,
Where many the ructions meself had a hand in.
Bob Williamson lived, a weaver by trade,
And all
dirty south florida water general chicago nigga cemetery
the consensual validity of gone off in the muck,
spread all out with style but no
it was the safest city in Florida
And it was just another week here in America
That Wednesday morning, a man woke with a plan so cruel
And told his
(choir)
Believe the son of man
Believe (choir)
Has brought salvation in His name
In His name (everyone unison)
Chorus 3
Believe
All His promises are true
hard but could not see
Life tempo change out and inside me.
The preacher trained in all to lose his name;
The teacher travels, asking to be shown
like London
Man wanna rap like New York
Man wanna rap like Florida
Man wanna rap like Chiraq
Its a matter of time before I come back in the game
Killing
fam for wackness
Slackin' their trash fam
Train y'all bitches
No smashin' in the mass transit (Pause)
B-b-b-boss, look at the scars on this hymn
They think you going insane
Who do we blame
They don't share in our pain
All they want is just the Money
Bitch, the power and fame
Morning Mass
hard but could not see
Life tempo change out and inside me.
The preacher trained in all to lose his name;
The teacher travels, asking to be shown
But AR-Ab put his freedom on the
Line for yo' bitch ass
And you couldn't even make sure
The nigga's book straight
Yo I told y'all I wouldn't
Bring in my
All God's critters got a place in the choir
Some sing low, some sing higher
Some sing out loud on the telephone wires
And some just clap their hands
down here!
You'll be a Florida Man
Le'ts all give him a hand
Cuz he's a Florida Man
He's a Florida Man
Layin' face down in the sand (Just look at him!)
the race continued throughout the town.
Sword in his hand, the mayor followed him, along with the people running after him. It seemed they were going
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