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about it for a second what if the kid you raised
Scorn is the only word they knew, genuinely depraved
I don't know who's to blame but what I know for sure

if heaven is just a dream
Who do we really run to when our time is up
God I'm hoping you're real
I've been tryna fight my demons baby
(And I'm hoping

an opened horizon

But when the glimmer of day 
Only laughs at your pain
What should you be surmising

If you live by your eyes
That the Lord of the skies 
Is

(vegetables)
Don’t be scorn by the corn
Say-say eat your corn
Eat your corn
Eat your cornbread and biscuit
Eat your corn
Eat your cornbread and your biscuit
Eat

and scorn me
To make me feel uneasy
Even in that sad moment
My soul will still praise You
I'll still be loving You Lord
For Your Grace will bring me through

totem rise and I guarantee
If ya dare to beef, I'm not inclined to just spare my
Time for the squarish, cuz my shine be the rarest
No divine interference,

born in a cold and savage storm
I don't come in the most average form
I battle scorn, like I've been tryna get my mind right
But living in

I'm peeping through my blinds to
See if can find the light of life
I fight it out from night to night
Well shit maybe in my after life
Cause

interrupted
By a golden eruption
Not from my volcano
The day glow
The sun slid
Over the horizon
And I was in love quick
And it dawns on me what I need

by her side
To our scorn accompanies
A creeping, darkened mist
That for mental miles persists
Yet my hopes are trekking ever forward amidst
Good

scorn never care for my pain
But lemme tell you how I feel in this fuckin rain

Lemme tell you how I feel in this fuckin rain

(Wooowoo wowowowo
Wowo wowo

one to take no scorn
Got a piece of me, I lost it recently, so could you please
Return it to me, I forgot what the point is
I will take you by your word

of small tragedies and little loves

And they must know what it is
This yearning they were born with
A connection to know what made them
To know if they had

in my check in return for the pain
Heroes hate bein turned down by the fame
Look at them all gettin burned out
Can't relate
I just take my mental

I arrived in somber mire swallowed by miasma so vile
Goaded out, the poison clouds poured from each of its nine mouths
Battle raged, hammered a head,

to the widows
Charity to the orphans 
Hand out rations to the traveller
If they couldn't help themselves 
Mr. Bilal was on the scene
Mr. Bilal was doing deeds

to the widows
Charity to the orphans 
Hand out rations to the traveller
If they couldn't help themselves 
Mr. Bilal was on the scene
Mr. Bilal was doing deeds

walks it

Its a way of spears and clubs
That aiming for your back
No one dares to leave the pride
If only by command
Do not heed the foolish warnings:

for diamonds
In a world uncertain and unsure
Cleanse myself to be pure
Yearning to be more
While the Devil keeps score
Yo
Unconditional scorn heart's

and torn
By guilt and scorn
The face you wear
Has washed off long ago

A parson who lived near Camborne,
Looked down on all women with scorn,
E'en a boy's fat, white bum, could not make him come,
But an old man's piles

away rom deadly potions
Like a rat in little cage
Im just a toy for someones rage
And if i ever die
Throw my body into gloomiest sky

It is already here

Your fate decided by ransom 
when it should be A life for a life - you smile in scorn 

Somber times Reckless tunneling - my epiphany - is only suffering

to the widows
Charity to the orphans 
Hand out rations to the traveller
If they couldn't help themselves 
Mr. Bilal was on the scene
Mr. Bilal was doing deeds