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more than this.
Go to your son and tell him that I have accepted this gift
and shall keep my word.
My daughter shall be his bride
and he my son-In
(Arise my sons and daughters arise and be healed)
(For all your ashes I'm giving you beauty)
(For all your mourning I'm giving your joy)
(For your
You're the son of that Indian scum
If you value your hide then you better abide
By the white man's rules here in Cherokee Bend.
Daddy didn't like
to pollute it
And they have built the high places of Tophet
Which is in the valley of the son of Hinnom
To burn their sons and their daughters in the fire
pin stripped suit and a black Crusher hat
The lines on his weathered face were deep and longcast
Carved by all the years of sanctuary found in his
the hallway
Whisper, snuggle, lay in bed all day
I keep a heart breaker pistol
In my sheets tuck
Covering the carving of initials
On the tree trunk
The type
to this hollow prison
Guided with such vast uncertainty
Sons of sin cycle in repetition
As daughters of damnation die
Leaving their shrill left
in line
Lullabies children crying
Buried all the truth the fruit is rotten
You Reap what you sow that's on my grave
So many babies gone but not
you play with
Did you threaten me? This dude's
Gonna get a sore
Throat from all the singing he's about to do
You son of a bitch another million is added
and heartache, all the graves and broken bones
For buried there a testament to the evil of a queen
A misery that spread across a weak and stricken land
The crimson
and heartache, all the graves and broken bones
For buried there a testament to the evil of a queen
A misery that spread across a weak and stricken land
The crimson
been making graves since i was fourteen
I've been making graves since i was fourteen
I've been digging graves, way to throw it all in, aaah
I've been
Dig yourself a hole in the ground
Leave enough room for me
All that's left to drag yourself down
And spend eternity
Day by day the light grows
It was brought on by that butcher
If my grandma Tzietl, may she rest in peace
Took the time to come all the way from the other world to tell us
outselling you
By 29 I had three albums that had blew
Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do
Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food
But
the grief's gone
Ill regard for the broken homes and mother's left to hold their
Sons and daughters, husbands, fathers, ripped away by the will of monsters
But
committed on the black people
And the ghetto is a trap with glass walls
Should I sell drugs, be a rap thug, or play ball?
We end up in the grave anyway
at 11: 00 y'all was
Leavin' 6: 00 in the mornin'
Cause them underage bitches had to be
To school by 8: 00
My belt always a lil' loose
To get a handgun
where you're heading
I spit on your grave
Now you'll go down with all your secrets but your mind will decay
Cross me once and I died
Cross me twice,
it's gone, they turn him down.
They're all alike at the bottom, selfish and gasping for all.
They'll stand by a man while he's winning and laugh in his
Standing here at the altar with all that I have to offer
Holding onto hopes, that what I gave is enough
But if the price to pay is my grave
I'll do what I
Lifting only one name, Jesus
These old chains are buried in the same grave
Overcome by one name, Jesus
We'll sing it out, with all creation
Pour it out,
of God
Was the grave meant for me
Where my sin lay buried?
Now I stand redeemed
By the mercy of God
Was the cross meant for me
That my Savior
trying
To Bury us in our graves
All the things you do to escape
All the things you do by mistake
Wishing that you could just get a break
Before you're
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