Lyrics:
fitting in its way
He was a carpenter by trade
Or at least that's what I'm told
My killed hands tattooed E.V.I.L.
across it's brother's fist
That
would crawl all the way to the river
I would crawl all the way to the sea
Just to watch Him walk on the water
And lay His loving hands on me
A carpenter
are created
equal.
That they are endowed by their creator with certain inalienable
rights.
That among these rights are Life, Yes sir!, Liberty,
There was a man
A lonely man
Who would command
And he's playing
And solitaire's the only game in town
And every road that takes her takes him down
cemetery
And ah bitch played me like solitaire
Now silent pain is necessary
Ima put love on a obituary
If you ah dream hunter
Then snipe em from a whole
[ Refrain ]
Je vise le bonheur et j'y vais sans visa (sans Visa)
Même si je finis solitaire
Dans ce monde je me sens bizzare ( bizarre)
Je dis
it's our beat
Play reggae music because it was ordered
By the Messiah Marcus Garvey
Trust me, trust me, trust me
Why don't you trust me, trust me,
timepiece will make it all right
Sing songs of the mountains, Cowboy's Delight
By Bob Carpenter and David Holster
Winter city by the ocean
Building lights glimmer on the bay
Oh, how you woke him from his slumber
Gently now, gently with a kiss
And we went
of a carpenter's son
Just a little boy gazing at the stars
Did you remember creating every one
If you passed by would I see a child or a king
Or would I have
Thirty eight thousand feet while I jot this
I'm inspired by the journey so I can't miss
Racing past the goodbyes like a track meet
Onyebuchi riding
Last one
You don't call me i don't talk to you
Won't you leave me alone?
I want to be by myself
As now I come into my home
But I still want your
Eighty years, an old lady now, sitting on the front porch
Watching the clouds roll by
They remind her of her lover, how he left her, and of times
yours hell
Yea young nigga I know it (Main bitch)
My clique gon' fuck, she fuck you up
Yea nigga I know it (Sheesh!, sheesh)
Yo baby momma get fucked by
Let us now praise a carpenter and the things that he made
And the way that he lived by the tools of his trade
I can still hear his hammer singing
girls set to rendezvous and be recognized again
Tomorrow is an off day
'Be in Baltimore by Thursday' is the only law
There's a suite down
a carpenters nail
Inhale life
Exhale strive anxiety's trife
Blowin' smoke out my piece pipe
Ducking the snipe
Shot off the top of the white house and cop 4's
War
need you (Do do do do, do do)
Somethings don't change
I could be congresswoman or a garbage woman
Or police officer or a carpenter
I could be
I was feeling on my way, I was twelve years old
Walking underneath a blanket of West Virginia coal
I walked right by a No Trespass sign
Yeah,
hello," she said
"You look like the silent type."
Then she opened up a book of poems
And handed it to me
Written by an Italian poet
From the thirteenth
need you (Do do do do, do do)
Somethings don't change
I could be congresswoman or a garbage woman
Or police officer or a carpenter
I could be
by his trade was a ship's carpenter
Early one morning before it was day
He turned to his Polly these words he did say
Oh Polly oh Polly, you must come
a wandering journeymanAnd he traveled far and wideAnd he noticed how wealth and povertyLive always side by sideLive always side by sideSo he said "Come you
A heavenly sight
Well, the years hurried by and the boy
Now a man Could make the blind
See with a touch of
His hand He was born to be King, He was
Rabbi
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