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Before the world was made
In perfect communion
Dwelt Father, Son, and Spirit
The blessed Three in One
The heavens and the earth
Through His own Word

a blessing pay attention learn a lesson
Punk ass police aint serving or protecting shit
They afraid of our lives so they takin our lives
One by one son its

I see shadows dancing once again
I hear footsteps every now and then
I lay in bed staring at the door
But no one lives there, no, no one lives here

three. 


One is for the Father, and two is for the Son.
Three is for the Holy Ghost, and how they are but one.
They ride along beside me, my sin has been

on like they amused by it
Years on end, seeing smiles, can't lie, I was really confused by it

Family

Where that word when mama had three spine surgeries

been a celebration)
(And afterward, his son would've stepped out the door, and run)
(Taylor's family said she was on the front lines)
(Fighting

live by the G code we don't talk to police nigga that's a no no (no no)
And I got it for the low low (low low) we getting rich off this coco
I live by

Cygnet Committee

David Bowie

Man of Words/Man of Music

1969

were the tongues of crying rage

Where money stood
We planted seeds of rebirth
And stabbed the backs of fathers
Sons of dirt

Infiltrated business

was raised by the streets to believe there is no setbacks Survived A Letter, Almost A Letter and Cellar Door
A flower from the pavement this ainʼt no

and cuz stay down the street, living different lives
Everyday he on the bus, me, I get a ride
I gave him 30 on the porch, he never went inside
He tell me

She said "Im sorry son but no one by that name lives here anymore"

My father's house shines hard and bright It stands like a beacon calling me in

its mold
(Said imagine Mary Jane)
Five years old, Behind a closet door
(Not living by his name)
Justice lost, innocence abused
(But I've denied for

Sing About Me, I'm Dying of Thirst

Kendrick Lamar

Good Kid, M.A.A.D. City

2012

even if I gotta
Fuck, suck and swallow in the parking lot
Gonzales Park, I'm followed by a married man, a father of three
My titties bounce

oversaturated I think the world is oversaturated
Father forgive us, you know we dying in this prison
You know we blinded by the prism I think the world is

doors of animal cages
Forgive me father for I have sinned raught iron
Grin rusting in the down pour why try and swim 
I would walk five hundred miles

threw him out,
and my sister, she lives three streets over and two houses down
and my father is buried in town
by his father's side,
and me, i spent my

by watching the time (time)

Fighting yo son, an bragging like that s*** coo you ain't no father of mine (you ain't no father of mine)

In the end only

Salvation from His father's wrath
He bought us now we offer back
The lives He bought we die to thoughts
And actions if they not for Dad
We saved from the old

is in His church and His blood is consecrated
He is coming to get us surely I trust in His patience

The Son was crucified
The Father laid down His

will be done
Jesus the son
King of kings
My past pain hold nothing
But dead weight by all means
It's all purpose and glory
You hear that ba bowdown

here Father
Things that we live by
A spiritual law unseen that we live by
Sowing and reaping
Spill to the masses
Yes God
Yes God
You are the way
You are

Tabernacle

Royce da 5'9"

Layers

2016

specifically
Three brothers and one sister see
My daddy taught me consistency with his fucking patterns
Hallelujah I'm the son of a addict
My addiction was

hide a turncoat (Brah Brah!)
Pulled down by your business
I'll use that verbal ammunition (Pew pew!)
Take off the pants you think you wearing
Maybe get

kicking in your back door
I might dress well never slack though
They might take your shit you gotta fight to get it back though
You might live or die it