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And all the host of them by the breath of His mouth
That's Psalm 33 verse 6
The number of days in our lives has a set margin
We were brought about by His
Percocet and Adderall, man, I could walk on water
I got a son, his name Jaylen and he want all your daughters
I'm a landmine, got this by a landslide, I'm
And as she dwells on all the years she still has left to face
She wonders how she'll ever find someone to take his place
Then suddenly she's jarred by
This they did and made the most of it
Tore his coat and flung him in a pit
Brothers
Let us leave him here
All alone and he's bound to die
Narrator
Then
by
In a flash the brothers changed their plan
We need cash. Let's sell him if we can
Poor, poor Joseph, what'cha gonna do?
Things look bad for you,
Took a boat over Lake Geneva
It was raining all night long
We were lucky and we saw no enemy
And came from Switzerland, poor refugees
Far from
swords as we forge borders
And want more for our sons and daughters
We close doors, change course to uncharted waters, it's martial law
We taking over
done
When he walks out of the door
On his black jacket is her blonde hair
And her Chanel perfume, as well
But by this point in the night he's gotten used
other
We all human beings
What's the point of the colour
I have a dream
I have a wish
I feel like
Every poor person
Should be rich
I feel like
I should
to focused on the past
Staying in the present its the only thing that matters
Ima have the last laugh when it's all said and done
For my daughters and my sons
Yeah, Vitality, man Listen, living life by the ending of a string
I'm strung out, people playing me for a balance Floating, I accumulate malice
Been
the vaults you thieve with lies
The government just stands on by and smiles
Well you throw out the poor while you bail out the rich
Bailout the rich while you
us recklessly and
I will be your poor boy
Waiting by your balcony
Underneath a blanket with a key
I'll unlock your universe and set you free
Your
WcR
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What has the world become?
The poor man is the native son
We are born to win
Never to lose
, but the rich man smiles
With his devilish
The name is Krayzie, big bad ass bone,
Wanted up north for all the gold that I stole,
Along with some cash I even took the mayor's daughter,
Now that
Krayzie, big bad ass bone,
Wanted up north for all the gold that I stole,
Along with some cash I even took the mayor's daughter,
Now that there's kidnap, but
dads, sons, daughters, friends, neighbours and co-workers. We will honour them by becoming the people and the nation we can and should be. So I ask you
throw the covers back and peek out of the draperies
My daughter, my baby, my baby mama all escaping me
In the wind, she was my friend
Like Princess Di
in the sea
Of Goddesses, from the SWAT it is
A poor playa with skills to build nations of people
Not giving a fuck bout no color, we all brothers
of the father
Falls to the son
And to the daughter
Whose will, still
Will not be done
Oh, the wind will never remember
All the ruins, swept away
The sea will
loved...
more than all the entire world,
and his greatest happiness was to surround her with splendour.
After several years...
Shariar became very
not until I gotta gun
40 caliber up on me, it'll hit you or you run
All these pussy ass niggas, either daughters or my sons
Try to run up on my shorty,
on this Land
Nay never to far gown, to get touched, Now that's just how it is
That love of His, descending on down, and Healing all of His
Abba Father, sons
picked the right woman to be by your side A good wife she will be
And seeing you smile while taking her hand well it means the world to me
Daughter's
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