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God Bless America


May G-d bless and preserve you forever
May your nation always stay together
And love and care for one another
In times

Okay
Down and out, and now she wanna doubt me
Bitch my suit is so hard, like I'm Robert Downey
Benjamin Franklin gotta count the blue ones
I'm

of the house and have no fears
Now I'm not trying to be a old blues man
Just tired of sitting around and want to dance
We've got a job to do for a long long

Black Lives Matter before the gun is shot
By blue or black let's keep it real and not
Lie to ourself raising our ego meter
Losing ourselves waiting

their colors blue and pink
Corrupted by the substance, capitol their ghoulish kink
Tossed the goal aside and tore us down for Cuban links
'Cause a nigga

One thousand horses are marching on
Just as in the valley every man is game
Deep within the mountain where dreams come alive
You will always be

Feared By The Blues, Loved By
The Reds
Ryan Giggs, Ryan Giggs, Ryan
Giggs
Oh Teddy, Teddy
Teddy, Teddy, Teddy, Teddy
Sheringham
Oh Gary, Gary
Gary, Gary,

classic jukebox songs
Are gonna stay right there where they belong
And even though time keeps marching on
They're still the soundtrack to our lives

Blue

down (Ah Ah)
Ain't no marching through ya town (SLASH),
We takin' over this shit (We takin' over this shit)
50 whips, figure eights and donuts in this

The scent on my pillow of your dark brown hair 
The sweater you borrowed, hung up on my chair
Ants marching in my sink around a bead of blue paste

of the marching bass drum
That’s where the people are having fun
Trumpet solo standing on a trash can,
Throw in a twenty if you’re the man
Funk entourage taking

Thinking nothing

Fossil was a friend of mine
In sunken-ship shades of blue
A winding wander toward the warmth of youth
Videotapes of marching bands
Shaky

y'all try to tame me
I attack like lions
Marching to Zion
Sorta like I'm Lauryn
These MC's are boring
Don't you hear me snoring
Now I'm yawning
Early in

if you're not alive, you won't see a change

Lately, my vices are stronger than your advice is
In these bottles, trying to find what the meaning

no hope for a soldier who chose this path to Rome
cnd keep marching forth.
You'll walk right into a cagematch i can gaurantee youre not in for.
I'm

of
The population your hand
Raised it on my mother
Sisters and aunties too
Dried up the rivers once
Covered in shiny blue
Kept on sinning thinking
Cycle will never

knowing
Why we keep going to die
Always growing, never knowing
They don't even hide
What are they marching for
Just to get some more in your stores

Brooklyn do
R.I.P., yeah I'm that Brooklyn new
I'm so hot, I outshine the sun
Got me running from the boys in blue

Nigga don't brag
Nigga don't brag

Iridescent in the afterglow

Down where the barrels are burning

Cloud cover red

Cloud cover blue

Star burst up ahead

Rain down on you


Maybe you're caught

late for that
Don't run your mouth on it and don't look back

Everyone's telling you you're gonna run out time
We're marching two by two like insects in

their feet and shout a lot 
Why did they take dad away 
Mommy, was that a gunshot
Who are those men in masks 
Marching outside our door
Mommy, someone

cin't got the strength to summon angst
Could be the blue ice cubes at Belden Place
Or maybe just something Tanya used to call “dairy brain”
We are

end up in Red Hill
That's the anthem of the year from rude boys (rude boys)
BV or Coner boys is our detour (detour)
First day we out and we're on tour

The kingdom of humanity is rotting day by day
Restless soldiers marching over fields but they won't lead the way
Bums discussing what to do
Mothers