Lyrics:
distraction cuz you ain't let God do His work
But trust me lil homie I still love you so I'd rather address it with you as a man
But trust me lil n- I'm still
The cause is Ozymandian
The map of Sapokanikan
Is sanded and beveled
The land lone and levelled
By some unrecorded and powerful hand
Which
the struggle in my eyes
So I know anybody can be touched
You know what I mean?
Oh God forgive me
Somebody please say a prayer for me
Needed my parents
the struggle in my eyes
So I know anybody can be touched
You know what I mean?
Oh God forgive me
Somebody please say a prayer for me
Needed my parents
8:46 i look thru the list
Of children of god police couldn't co exist w
I'm on my Medgar (Evers) & Malcolm (x) shit
Scribe by my lonely uptown in
basket. And
finally Oliver St John-Mollusc (G.C.), Harrow and the Guards, thought
by many to be this year's outstanding twit. Now they're moving up
alone
When up walked a tall stranger
He shadowed her move-to-move
In perfect unison
A supernatural groove
He took her by the hand
And the room
alone
When up walked a tall stranger
He shadowed her move-to-move
In perfect unison
A supernatural groove
He took her by the hand
And the room
(Darkside) - Yeah!
So I say
[Chorus]
Peace God I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm on my way
Peace God I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm on my way
Peace God (peace y'all!)
forgiven it's my mission to expose my faith
Not by works but handed His Amazing Grace
You died for me and this is how I show my thanks
Oh God see we out
words are found
Let it be known that God's penmanship has been signed
With a language called love
That's why my breath is felt by the death
And while
for the Kingdom of heaven is at hand!"
3 For this is he who was spoken of by The prophet Isaiah, saying:
"The voice of one crying in the Wilderness:
it's hard
I pound the pavement while lifting my hands up to God
People are frauds, they will take you for anything
To be gods and kings
Highway
John Mayer
Fuck a long saber like i ain't
Luke Skywalker I'm Darth Vader
Armed with Vegas' claw blade may god
Save em -like Bart's neighbors
Stop hating
on my eight by ten picture
Papichu', slaying gcrews in icu
Battling, using hockey rules
For Keith Murray, doc gon' cock these tools
Rollin down like
of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places.
Now go-on put your hands together and dance on the devil's face
Train, activate, unleash...
I
I’m Inside on my spiritual high and I’m being led by my the spirit of God, Jah
Only divine can interpret the signs of all the things that wander
I might be ugly but my car handsome
I might be the realest man out and some
Take your hands and raise it for the anthem
I'm riding round like I'm big
the hands kills germs, not ministries
...(Matthew 7:2,15:20, Mark 7:5, Luke 11:38)
There is no life in the blood
...(Leviticus 17:11, Deuteronomy 12:23, John
damn it (God damn it)
God damn I miss my dead friend
I miss my dead friend
Or your cold dead hands
Or your cold dead lips
Or your cold dead heart
damn it (God damn it)
God damn I miss my dead friend
I miss my dead friend
Or your cold dead hands
Or your cold dead lips
Or your cold dead heart
by the name John the Baptist
Now the cripples and lepers, the lame and the blind
All crowded 'round Jesus, before and behind
With a-weepin'
both with pride
And we were there when John remembered
God was on his side
We watched him on the concert stage
We watched him write his songs
And saw
needs
They never knew about eachother or her evil deeds
She was self vindictive and wicked into shame
God gave her that beauty but ugly was her brain
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