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Is how you
End up losing everything abrabɔ wei ɛyɛ abotrɛ nkwaa
I keep telling myself
You going hard you doing great
And that's why ain't nothing ever

the fakes were just lines that weren't drawn in
You gotta read between them to ever see how I've been
Yeah learn the lies don't ever feed em
Once fed they

The Touch of the Master's Hand

Jimmy Dean

Inspirational Songs

1998

crowd they never understand,
The worth of a soul and the change that is rought,
Just by one touch of the Masters hand.

And then he cried out one give

can feel something
I'm a tourist on this earth. I came to sightsee
And in the end all the places that I might be
I find it hard to find something

But tell me who do this shit too
Gimme my flowers
I am the greatest in Vegas and no that's not up for debating
End of discussion
But if you still not

King Heroin

James Brown

Waxin' Lyrical, Vol. 2

2003

you must lie in that county jail
Where I can't get to you by visit or mail

So squirm, with discomfort, wiggle and cough
Six days of madness, you

of Exile
You who have been wronged
Who, even abandoned
Rises yet more strong

My bitter tears shall never end
As long as I can see
This light and the winking

to float my boat
Get up on my own
Fast lane my route to go

But who knows if Mr miller got it in him
Is he really the CHOSEn one that could feed somebodies

MAKE NO PEACE
Bite the hand that feeds
Refuse to comply with the oppressors
MAKE NO PEACE
Crucify the sheep
When you live a slave that's how you

I'm really out hea in these streets
Can't seem to stop from schemin
I'm money hungry and that's somethin
You could neva feed me
Went from a angel

I'll never feed again
You were the book I was the reader (OH YEAH)
Couldn't predict the little plot twist at the end

You left me lying here in sadness

killings
Beating round them blocks
 Ain't New York but we gone do some drilling
Seeing Kyle in that wheelchair got my trigger fingers itching
Tryna feed

Feed me your violence
Enable misanthropic thoughts within me
The root of your envy
This murderous flame
Still burns away the restraints that bind you

Cowboys and Angels

George Michael

Listen Without Prejudice, Vol. 1

1990

should know by now
I'm not the boy for you
You're not to blame
Always ends the same

I know you think that you're safe
Sister
Harmless affection

Type of rapper that raps so hard 
At the end of the bar's a dramatic pause 
Daft folk asking me what my favourite brand is 
Kalashnikov 
Come around

blindsided by the way you lead me on
Done chasing i'm running out of patience so
I think it′s time that I'm leaving
We can′t go back and just reset
I wanna be

For the coverage of their soul
The thing that they don't know
Their servitude is known
By the only one who tends to
Meet them at the end
Once they see

niggas
Man, it's just scary, wear my heart on my sleeve
Protect my all by any means, gotta retain my energy
Fuck you thought? You wish that I would fall

Don't talk that shit on me
You can keep runnin' your mouth, but at the end we gon' see
So talk that shit on me
Run my name through the mud

away this is what I made
A death bed with my name
A grave which I crave
A day without you next to me
So just take my hand
Because I have a sense
That

what to do about the cough and it started in that house when a step cousin once removed named Tasha did a big cough, she covered it with her hands and it

and gonads
So sunburned or drowned or deleted
It's the end of we, but maybe we're the bitter seeds that grow into a lemon tree

Yeah, the past

flying gotta face my fears
Bands up milli up by the end of the year

Gone pray on my downfall regardless
No bitch I can't simp wit you know that I'm

been coming apart at the seams
Losing track of everything that matters to me
Never did I think I’d become so hollow
I’m not ok and that’s a bitter pill