Lyrics:
little
Hold my hand
Help me stand
Through darkest of nights
In the midst of troubled times
Love is the goal
This is our plan
Tearing down guarded lines
practices, known with full name as Henry Junior Ogar also a Canadian - Nigerian musician and scientist. Currently signed to Blue Pie Records. Born C.12 BC in
practices, known with full name as Henry Junior Ogar also a Canadian - Nigerian musician and scientist. Currently signed to Blue Pie Records. Born C.12 BC in
be suppressed and made poor
Oh lord ease our troubled souls
Keep on rembering times gone by
Oh how we pray for evening to fall
Freee Freee Freee
Childhood part of my life, it wasn't very pretty.
You see, I was born and raised in the slums of the city,
It was a one room shack that slept ten
TROUBLED BY THE "WAR-WHOOP OF THE PUSH" --
HAS A QUIET LITTLE BILLET -- BREEDING RABBITS IN THE BUSH;
WHERE THE IDLE SHANTY-KEEPER NEVER FAILS TO MAKE
John could do, when surrounded with true
A man dies, baby born, as far as Peru
It's a simple proof between us and imposters
We hop in the air,
She call me a local nigga, I opened a Swiss account
Eisenhower status Etta James on the dash
John Coltrane cruising in the Cadillac
Seville, feel my
lover cash
Leave you gagging in a bubble bath
I come from a troubled past
Everybody want your cash
Either that or take it like you owe him half
Coke
the form of modern art
These are troubled times but there's light
Mysteries are learn when there's sight
So stay high with the light
So go
Go on my nigga
Go
John three three states
And Jesus answered and said to him
Truly truly I say to you
Unless one is born again
He cannot see the Kingdom of God
Ya ya
time
Whenever I'm taking
Ruler steps
I set up short term goals
You know
Ruler steps
I walk like a God
That was born in the Mosque
Sketch the first
diamond tested
Flawless rating
Backend legal we gon get rich never basic born for greatness
Roaches in the crib my bro trained shawty in the staircase
allow our spirits to be born
Grow strong, move on, know right from wrong
First John, chapter two, verse 15
"Do not love the world or anything in
Childhood part of my life, it wasn't very pretty.
You see, I was born and raised in the slums of the city,
It was a one room shack that slept ten
Don't be hanging around old Catfish John
Come in the morning I'd always be there
Walking in his footsteps in the sweet Delta dawn
Born a slave in
tryna get her money up
Niggas know what's up, wanna get in guts
Baby boy is stuck, watching his mom throw her life away
His life of innocence is troubled
flavours, in they solatos
Inspire young minds, stacked by Nato's
With the right determination of a patho
Running 'cross the water with bricks at his poncho
allow our sprits to be born
Grow strong, move on, know right from wrong
First John, chapter two, verse 15
do not love the world or anything in
our spirits to be born
Grow strong, move on, know right from wrong
First John, Chapter Two, Verse 15
Do not love the world or anything in the world
the light don't seem too bright
You can see it this one last time
John and Jesus, parents of both children had worry in their thoughts
But were eased by
in warm lighting
With candles on listening to Lauryn Hill and Jaiya John
The deep soothing voice of Jaiya John
Supported by Loved ones and
Held by
a simple man she prefers
Every kiss was a death wish, every plan was a let down
Stopping in tears she pulls over by the playground
Clearing her vision,
see her walking softly, on the hillside
As she carried his seed to her Father's lonely mansion
Born in a silver cradle,his mother died at dawn
John
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