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been praying up day by day
Lord please dont send me to the grave
All my life
I been complaining to hold me down when Im high
I miss my grandma she aging

praying up day by day
Lord please don't send me to the grave
All my life
I been complaining
To hold me down when I'm high
I miss my grandma she aging
And I

that I'm covered
The devil come smothered
And you know the evil don't sleep
Dick Gregory told me a couple of secrets
Before he laid down in his grave
All

War

Ghostface Killah

Put It on the Line [DualDisc]

2005

at the scene live, on Channel Seven
Newsflash story, this just in, around eleven
Yellow tape scenery, barricaded the block
Patrol cars and EMS, all invaded

For as long as I can remember
I wanted to taste glory
I saw the dreamy look in your eyes
I believed your great love story
But I got buried beneath

Imma give it to ya mother ya father
Ya son and ya daughter
Till everybody jump when I holla
I'm steady winnin' I ain't never been up under ya collar
I'm

there's beef I'mma go in all the way
I don't mean to the end of night, come on
I mean I'mma take it to the grave, until I end your life it's on
I'm

you, and now I really wanna leave him

But he left me, I guess I'll be the bigger man
Your son got a bigger plan, I gotta raise my daughters
And they'll

son's knee
Just so he can stand on his own two feet some day in the future
By the way, a week later inside of my oven blew up (yeah, that actually

place to bear her child,
Not a single room was in sight.

By and by they found a little nook,
In a stable all forlorn,
And in a manger cold and dark,

from bodies with their bare branches they glow in the dark by the way.
Doctor i need your help
Now, why would you ask me?
It concerns your daughter.
Why

and
Get out that grave you’ve been put in so you can get back t’ makin’ moves
And use your tools t’ set your blueprint and let loose ya screws in

of a system
Carry on, carry on, carry on (okay)
My partner ran in them stores with a mask before Covid, he say if he go and get paid
His daughter just turned

an unapologetic work in progress
Product of a hard-working dedicated
Father with shortcomings
Praying all his sons make it farther
People say that it make you

his stomach knots, 
	A greasy beard, and a sandal tan, 
	I dreamt that Paul came back, 
	And he’s living down by the railroad tracks,
	In love with

saw Murphy's law
cfter all we're professionals
Hold emotions in and never let 'em go
No
Keep them inside, sit by the family's side
Second by second I

all struggling
'Gainst a God you had been forced to love
An outcast of Eden on pathways so hopeless
Despised by a Saviour who plunged you in darkness
In

complemented by one hell of a year
I'm all over the radio, shows in Ontario
Just the scenario of my latest career
Now I'm getting handshakes from everyone I

the one
Unknown one
Just know I'ma guide the rest of you, my sons
daughters, fun

Speaking of therapy, this is hilarity
I need therapy
You're not very nice,

at these kids, all smiles, it's so pure
It's your son or daughter's first time in the sun or the water
Or at the zoo with a sea otter, playing peekaboo

The Trees Do Grow So High

David Pajo

Six

2004

a married man
By the age of seventeen
He was the father of a son
At the age of eighteen years
Round his grave the grass grew long
Cruel death had put

need you!
And when I woke up I was in her arms
I was saved by the grace of God!
And I'll bring back mom and dad
I'll do it
You say laws
I say screw it!

from the blind side
Stab you in ya cornea so you can turn a blind eye
Git yo things
Get yo sons and your daughters
You better swim
Get the fuck out

No tats on my body, they're all in my head
Hahahaha
You knew I had to hit 'em with a part two
Kill 'em J
Lez get it!

Don't chya know, it's a fact
If