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God and men closer
Sin's roped ya, guns out the holster
Can't stay alive even with John Travolta
Now I hope to pull you off the sofa
Cut the Tv's pause

Throw It Away

360

Falling & Flying

2011

it, throw it all away!

Yo meet generation yes, we party so much,
Got our folks worried that our hearts will blow up
It's funny that we can't say no

sinners put On you in the Holy Land

I'm Not Done
John 15:18
Says The World Hated You First
Judgement of others
Got me feelin' like I'm Cursed
Keep in mind

and the Prophets
Spent no money, so we're guaranteed a profit
How this label still alive?
After CMS, it really took a nosedive
Plooney got addicted to JoJo
John do

whats rightfully ours
We need more man like John Brown
I own hundred percent of my soul and my body is just an amour
I am a genius and my pen game will

I woke up to the smell of life in 05
On that night reading the Gospel of John for the first time
With both eyes being open with new sights
When I

think maybe you should fight some
But our life is good like Ha Ha
We're treated well by my God
We keep it real like Bob Ross
We keep it chill like Baja

magic in 89'
John told us 10 and 10 watch for Satan lies
Serving 20 for the change that's a paradigm
Shifting to new height
Lose the bondage that was too

I was more wild and crazy than a herd of zebras!
By grace, through faith, my Lord made me a believer!?
Without Christ, there's just no hope

mean (That's a fact)
You do what you want man you know
Just live life
Fuck it
Uh
I see us vibing together
I'm more higher than ever our worlds collided

Song for the Rich

Tristan Prettyman

Twentythree

2005

in and out of this mess

What's wrong with a little bit of experimentation
To open the eyes of a new generation
Build your world on a cocaine

I see men and their hearts beating crying, "Please free us"
It's time to ride 4 the King
Spreading hope to the world Lord, open their eyes let them

Oh the money man's come knockin' again
Looking for those handouts from the public
As they like to call them
Dressed up in a pretty bow
With our

is plenty but labors are few, 
Beautiful feet gotta carry the gospel to all of the world so we lace up our shoes to bring the good news,
And tell them

with taking sole credit
You'd better think again, 'cause I am not gonna let it
So he gets both our last names, and by that same token

an omen 
Don't believe in superstition 
But I better look and listen 
Hope it ain't a premonition 
Chronically stricken with tension 
Invention of evil

that joke was an accident let's
Hope it still lands well unlike yours
Sherlock, I better beg of you
To answer me this question
'Cuz it's taking me a bit

goodbye this is simply paying respects 
To a bond that made an impact and will still have an effect
For generations to come when their still banging our

I was in a church one day
And we were fighting enemies
Forces in my generation, may they die by fire
So I stood there looking lost
Sepe mo si wa

See the rotten problem of our 90s generation
In this case, history repeated again, I'm a fugitive to Amsterdam 

Letter to myself self self self self

ALL ALRIGHT

We still runnin for this dope 
Cause it’s saw our hope 
You can try to smoke 
Didn’t believe when I spoke 
Shoot to the stars 
My bars are

immaculate and shit.
I been modest with the shit.
Funny how these niggas writing pompous with no message.
Sugarcoating ignorance - by using lexicons

mad
Hope there's more to your life than chasing a fucking bag
Never was I in the class trying to change minds
I be in the classroom trying to change

just how it goes in this generation 
I lacked so much patience insecurities drove me to mistakes now you mistake me for being someone else but our loves