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Horse man

Omo iya mi Olohun maje a waste o

Yeah

Who life don favor
Go spoil others labor
You are doing well Pele oga Debo
Coming from someone that

beat, beat, in time with everyone
You know our green drums are made from coffee cans
Saved and made into drums by Mr. Recycle Man
Eco the Butterfly shows

Christian, Moslem Jew

Churches temples synagogues
Mirages made by man
Look into each others eyes and you will understand

We are one nation under God
Not

touch Serenity
Bedivere, Sanzang, Old Man of the Mountain
Sherlock, Galahad, Lancelot is Mash's dad
Holy lance, one more chance, Lord Camelot will always

programmed into my brain it's
Fiiiiine byyyyy meeeee

Cogs they are turnin'
Circuits they burnin'
Please god have mercy on meeee
This is man vs machine

Oooo,

MADE 
TO BITE THE BULLET

EGOCENTRIC FIEND
SWALLOWED IN A SINKHOLE OF GREED
SUFFERING BY THE POWER THAT'S BEEN
GIVEN TO YOU 
PURE EVIL FROM THE FIRST

Religious awe, despotic fear
The Fremen are all gone
Fish Speakers silently obey,
The tyrant is the one
You chose to read ancestral memories
They

getting through to you?

Its not until our blissful peak,
Did I realize whatw were going through,
A maze of signs,
Created by,
A man with shame, but now no

resist white cross
Where are you? Your mind is lost
You crave the frozen, snowy tundra
You're addicted
To being lame
You're addicted
To bringing shame
I

The old man, by the sea
Him in his boat, isn't almost seen
Times are tough, his life is rough
But its all he's known, his whole life long

Then one

nerves replaced by solid copper line
Make me (make me) a machine
Silicone circuitry that never needs to rest
A hundred gears are turning deep inside my

Recent wounds that won't heal yet
and some choices with no way back
A man who regrets everything he made
now his soul is corroted by faith

Secrets

Intro:
Yea.. Haile I Selasie I the first.. Jah protect us from the worst now. 
All di Ghetto youths dem.. Free dem from the curse. 
Yea.. Yea..

a torment of old

Hate and war is there an end to it all
Wise words archived in quiet halls
True sages are martyred by sullen crowds
And we can't break

A mamas boy pretends to be a man
With fists for hands and tantrums on demand
Your well ran dry
Now flaunting dusty bills
The shallow promise are now

This dope ass beat is created by (Castro On The Beat)
But maybe it's what you need.
You never close. Your mind stays open.
But maybe it's what you

I'd like to congratulate you
On succeeding
Evil, true evil is a collaboration of man
No one lie can live forever
The truth is out there
The truth

deadly pressure
from above

No one survived the rain of bombs, ja
Ein Bombenhagel,
wie man ihn noch nie zuvor sah
And with deadly pressure
Raining blood

work am gonna do
You said don't give up, I am God
You are there for us day and night

Chinonso, Amaram ni nonso
Chinonso, igwam ni nonso
Chinonso, nezie

Thoughts and prayers are great. But I lust for action. 
I cream at the thought.  A live round in every brain of every chief of police.

keeps you wide awake
Its passage a haunting
Akin to a snake
Time waits for no man
And time's not a date
But a line in the sand
Taken in by the wake
Time

perched on a rock
Judge of man we fed on his lies

And take what we find away

The Sun's Flares Fade

I wake from a deep sleep
My companions are gone

unconscious Time Lapse: (the shades rise, call button by body side)

In the recovery room I wrote a list of all the ways that you are beautiful.
It goes on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on

crosses sewed on their sails
The huge fort gates are boomed
The ones left outside are doomed
United agaist the cross We stand

Suddenly all the people fell