Lyrics:
in the door
And found that Old John Joseph would tell stories no more.
The scene at the graveyard, three of us were there
Me and the gravedigger
One, two, one, two, three, quattro
John was living in Ocean Beach,
California with his girlfriend, Julie, when he decided one day,
"Hey, Jule,
the Only True God there is no other Amen
July 202 A song written by Annie Ngana Mundeke PhD
References
John 8:58
John 14:6
Revelation 1:8
John 10:30
John
in the pews
I gotta, few bucks to get me by
Not gonna, sit here and cry all night
I'm gonna, Go to church and read John 3:16
But first, Imma have
Slide into her dm one time
It's a dead end
If you coming by yourself
Baby bring your bestfriend
Told her im an ass
Cuz my daddy was arrested
And I
CatTalk blunt look like a Louis Slugger but I don't play baseball
John Travolta when I see the opp cause we gon' face off
Keep a .223 right by my hip
of youth my mother took sick
And I was brought up by my brother
The iron ore poured as the years passed the door
The drag lines an' the shovels they was
of youth my mother took sick
And I was brought up by my brother
The iron ore poured as the years passed the door
The drag lines an' the shovels they was
of youth
My mother took sick
And I was brought up by my brother
The iron ore poured
As the years passed the door
The drag lines an' the shovels was
Money, Geto Boys and Underground Kingz
Wrote the rules on how to ball without a bodyguard
Learn to move or get hit with the John Gotti charge
I pray you
midnight the moon's bright blue
I felt a hand grab the heel of my right shoe (Fuck was that?)
I looked down and it was John Woo (John Woo?)
Tied
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
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
OF BLOOD IN THE GARDEN WITH HIS LOVE (I Corinthians 1:18)
SO WE WOULD BELIEVE ON HIS NAME (I John 3:23)
of LSD in the native tongue
Face in the 3-by-3 like the Brady Bunch
Vertebrae, heard they may need a light straightening up
Take it with a grain, it's just
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
John 3:16
For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten Son
That who so ever believes in him shall not perish but have ever lasting
nose out of town hoes
I'm up around fo' with the crowbar to the five point oh
I get bagged, I'm John Doe, suspect
You ass like prime roastin', Calvin
nose out of town hoes
I'm up around fo' with the crowbar to the five point oh
I get bagged, I'm John Doe, suspect
You ass like prime roastin', Calvin
five by three point five
It's taken its toll and shaken the whole family.
Poor cousin John still cries in the rain,
Coz no-one can explain this
The work divided evenly among the three men
In the end, they wrote eighty-five essays, in the span of six months
John Jay got sick after writing five
the knapsack, headed straight outta town
Now, three days pass I'm still on the strip
Doing hand to hand with twelve collapsible, stashable clips
With little
Kicking doors all the time, Mezami
I'm the one they talk about Gonaive
John Wicks Baptiste Mezami
John Wicks Bat li, Pa Kouri
Twenty-six, thirteen, I'm
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