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the winnings
From the morning from the noon to the night
Stevie I got faith and never Wonder by sight
Fuel me up to give me higher in flight
Fuel me up to get me

The fuel for my soul
And my soul is the core of my life
My lips are full again
They're waiting to be released
But the trick is to remain silent
The magic is

didn't feel
A thing when they said anything about me
I know who I am and I know the mission that
Needs to be accomplished by
Me don't ever forget
That I am



An invisible prison that they’ll never see

That they can’t oppose but only succumb
Drop by drop advancing our goal
We must be invisible we must not be seen

got a lil stank on it
I'm burning Jet Fuel, you know that it stank
Used to be broke now I got all the dank

Making decisions, trying to be conscious

dirt on it, but it'll all be worth it if
I'm conserving more fuel than I'd ever be by preserving it
What's the point of the bridge if it don't fulfill

Worried about gaining more followers and being seen
Can't solve the root to the problem, it'll be a scene
A lot of hooping and hollering, that probably

The Cremation of Sam McGee

Hank Snow

The Singing Ranger, Vol. 3

1994

There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who mohel for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your

Do you really mean it?
cre we gonna fly?
Or are you just a figment of the things that get me by?


Chorus
Come in like the rain
Fuel me once again
Lead

I don't burn the fuel
For survival
I thrive on it

Gasoline line prices
Getting higher
Than our minds , darling

Third eye ponders
I've been thinking

The Cremation of Sam McGee

The Cremation of Sam McGee
(Robert W. Service)

There are strange things done 'neath the midnight sun
by the men who moil

runnin'? Don't be hurrying
Now don't be shy
You're just a little boy who
Lost their family inside
You don't remember
But she's burdened by a plague alas
No

Devine intervention
My mind is my temple
Protect observe be vigilant
Remain in control of your own
Protect observe be vigilant
Remain in control
Protect

Started off for the love of things

But to remain your heart'll charge by other means

I abstained from the lure of fame, a weak hit

The secret is

but play by the rules
It's us or them I'm telling you choose yeah
So is you gone ride till them wheels fall off or it ain't no fuel
I be out here

a fortune for himself
But it remains to be seen whether he
Can do the same for Atlantic Records

In Malibu, as the sun goes down, Meek
Storms the beach with

Kaepernick is employed
And I really miss my football
But I remain hardcore
I will endure
Because I value something more
A black man should not be black balled

buried 
Got out hood and I've been running from the cemetery
Too many people that Ive seen are laying dead and buried 
Adding fuel to the fire as I hit

There are strange things done in the midnight sun by the men who toil for gold.
The Arctic trails have secret tales that would make your blood run

the ground
Of rage and cruelty so profound
Used to fuel our sickly machines
Funeral marching in our dreams

Forever blind to the way we could be
If only we

untold horrors to be seen
The moans of earth and no sign of life
Surrounded by macabre
Tools of procreation
Drones come alive
So vicious they bleed
Columns

I can put fuel in a cat, uh, or maybe fuel in the vet
Your hoe pussy be purrin', I call up my pet
If we really got beef, I'll smoke you on the set

Suicide Song

Sole

Bottle of Humans

2000

parents were alive they'd still be proud. 

Sometimes I imagine myself as a loss, 
The leftover remains of a cast-away god. 
If I'm homeless there's no

the streets
bigger killers will be famine dehydration disease
People targeted on safe routes bombed while they flee
Shot by snipers who shoot those who tries