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Sit here roll my blunt
Then lay back thinking why we dying young
For your love i swear i'll give my all
I'll chase it like the sun
Doing drugs

Hey I pray that you come home
9 1 1 dial pick up the phone
Judge by the book sticks and stones
You got to live with the truth when you all alone
Yo

bought that
I'll buy you a nightgown
For you to spend one night and
You to lay right here
'Cause you in my thoughts, in my dreams
Even nightmares i think

call it superstition, Dogmatic schisms are written by the son of perdition,
hidden, esoterics, seeking truth after knowledge, if the truth wasn’t hidden

And you try

People take advantage of you
Because of your vantage and view
And that's the truth 
Get pushed around by everyone too
Best get in the queue

Break you down 
I won't save you now 
When we played around 
You would make our sounds 
So promise me 
And I'll promise you 
If you swallow me 
I

a losing game, choose the wrong poison, nigga you dying (ooh)
Try my best to keep you happy, hurt my soul to see you crying (no)
I know you going through

Sworn to stillness
Obscured by intentful shadows
A cell for all to view with pleasure
The end is before our eyes
Lay down your lives, today is a good

Mighty Is the Power of the Cross

Chris Tomlin

Arriving

2004

What can take a dying man
And raise him up to life again?
What can heal the wounded soul?
What can make us white as snow?
What can fill

Well this is how it starts, Two lovers in the dark
On the run, from the one That they called Sheriff Spark
Six guns by their side and bullets

snout
Hook (S"lus Herb) Reflections time keeps running by
See smiling f"ces those devil's in disguise Wonder where my pl"ce is will I ever fly
Eyes keep

love will fill you with a sweet, sweet sound
If you lay me down, lay me down
My love will lift you when you hear that sound
If you lay me down my one

to drop some weight
Still they talk and the sound of it
Sits wrong so I gotta say
Who the fuck wanna battle me
Bring it on like a battery
Make a song just

rags to suits and ties
Then maybe one day you might hear his truth that lies
Hear his truth that lies
Hear his truth that lies

Let the rich hoard

Show me the way
Lay here stay
Beside me
Lay here stay help me find my way
And I won't rest till truth be tested
If you'll stay here stay

As I lay down

Eyesight to the Blind

Sonny Boy Williamson II

King Biscuit Time

1989

Every time the little girl start to loving, she bring eyesight to the blind
Lord, her daddy must been a millionaire, 'cause I can tell by the way she

swept me off my feet
I’m fallin’ feeling incomplete
Often happens in the autumn
When I’m dying with the trees
Switching sides you’re acting shifty
I

the streets or in the store
Know a couple dollars won't get you by
Truth is a Paris Hilton jail cover story
Could never flop
For that sexy mug-shot
I could get

Well I saw it today, a cop point his gun at a black man
Who just failed to sign
Then they shot him twice as he lay face down
And all the cars flashed

America

Wu-Tang Clan

America Is Dying Slowly

1996

kills, word up respect this 
America Is Dying Slowly (4x) 

Yeah, word yo, sliding up in this store right here 
I ain't even playing that man, for real

name until my dying day"
In a letter your truth lies
Of which until death you'll never send

A broken cane
A violent encounter in the by-street where he

to pieces
It's nothing, I told the truth
If I'm hung
I was already hung, just Check my nudes
I'm American
I was born here
I didn't choose
Separation from

The hours been drifting by
Slowly they're counting down
I touch up my bitter mug
Assume for the dress down
A text to confirm the time
Situations

on me
I'll take the risk of dying young as log as I succeed
See being is just a option death is guaranteed
You'll drive yourself insane by stepping in