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How many brothers doing time
How many fathers not around
How many kids up in these streets
How many
Starving Nothing to eat
How many think I'm talking
on the roof of St. Thomas
Are crying
I walk to the church, though it's empty by now
The roof like an overturned ship, and a prow
For a pulpit, and there
Over Trinidad and the little Islands
Then over St. Thomas and over Portland
And over Negril mon by Westmoreland
And St. Elizabeth mon to Claredon
By the mercy of God (hallelujah)
(Hallelujah, I remember)
Away my sin
Nothing but the blood of Jesus
What can make me whole again?
Nothing but
a record bless God that He break it
God know they tried but they know they lied I'm still here surviving
With God by my side there's nothing impossible I'm
a good day
Surrounded by people that love me
Don't want nothing from me but my happiness
Off the internet, that's when I'm at my happiest
Scrolling so
mother's side, I am the grandson of William Bullock and Mary “Mamie” Elizabeth Thomas. I don't have the full lineage on my Father's Mack side, but I'm
of Jesus
We plead the blood, the blood of Jesus
We plead the blood, the blood of Jesus
What can wash away my sins
Nothing but the blood of Jesus
What can
you hate 'im, but let's hear what he has to say
Thomas claims
Well, I arranged the meeting
I arranged the menu, the venue, the seating
But
No
the matter, Thomas? Something's got you in a bad mood
Yeah, it does, I'm anxious, nothin' calms me down like Xanax does
But I can't even relapse 'cause
of the radio by my bed
With Thomas Wolfe whispering in my head
When I was in school I ran with kid down the street
But I watched him burn himself up
be what we're gonna be
So what do you do with good ole boys like me
Nothing makes a sound in the night like the wind does
But you ain't afraid if
the boy away
Just fourteen and never been kissed but Harry's world held sway
He lit the fire he cooked the food they headed Whitfield way
Hold them horses
the blood like I was
The smell of cape jasmine thru the window screen
John R and the Wolfman kept me company
By the light of the radio by my bed
With Thomas
the blood of Jesus
This is all my hope and peace
Nothing but the blood of Jesus
This is all my righteousness
Oh nothing but the blood of Jesus
And now by this
nothing but sick
Medicine should be somewhere
Bathe in the fucking blood
Sundrops, ending in a jaw crack
Pull up when the spot's hot
Motherfucker don't try
the blood like I was
The smell of cape jasmine thru the window screen
John R and the Wolfman kept me company
By the light of the radio by my bed
With Thomas
blood on me
Nothing but blood on me
Influenced by the trauma, by the drama
Silver bracelets before your honor
Chasing the dark to outrun my fears
Caught
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how the haters just be looking
Look lil boy on a mission
On a very big mission
By this time of the day
It used to be messy
And dark
But We try to handle
Peggy, Eliza (work!)
Daddy said to be home by sundown
Daddy doesn't need to know
Daddy said not to go downtown
Like I said, you're free to go
But
the blood
Yes it was just like the oracles long time prophesied
Nothing but the blood, nothing but the blood
And it was witnessed by the warriors from
together.
Some people just got that knack, and you can't do nothing about it.
But they end up being a victim of circumstance because he's on the rise and,
Laid down to rest
Where sin ran deep, His grace was more
Calling all the Father's children home
What has washed away my sin
Nothing but the blood
Nothing
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