Lyrics:
on the wall in blood.
Belshazzar asked him what it said,
And Daniel turned to the wall and read:
"My friend, you're weighed in the balance and found
on the wall in blood.
Belshazzar asked him what it said,
And Daniel turned to the wall and read:
"My friend, you're weighed in the balance and found
But suddenly all their mocking stopped
For on the wall, there appeared a hand
Nothin' else, there was no man
In blood the hand began to write
In Christ alone my hope is found
He is my light, my strength, my song
This cornerstone, this solid ground
Firm through the fiercest drought
to the earth
By this crimson thread
This poison in a drip
Death by a religious dread
It's not my fault any more
It's not my fault any more
It's not my fault any
you bro
Put this shit on Splice
you dont gotta download shit
all the gear already in your soul
my blood pump built by a mother of one son
who got up off
In 1492 Columbus sailed the ocean blue
Being the cunt he was
The genocide that ensued
Was half a millennia of permanent blood bath
Today we celebrate
ugh you make something out of nothing
the only God only one im trusting
ugh you make something out of nothing
by my side even when im struggling
ugh
that I'm a joke to you I'm taking a life
Get hit by a bus or a train, man
Never satisfied until I see you laying dead
Beat your face in until my hand in
Gettin' hit by typhoons, machine guillotines
Rip out the spleens, tonight while ya screams
I'll blast ya in ya dreams, listen to my bombs
Like you
roaring
Your grace has won
By Your blood I have victory
My sin was great
Your love was greater
You chose the grave
I will choose You forever
Oh hear
ah, your life diminishes
Sting like the scorpion, strike with the force of ten
My blood is known to revitalize corpse of men
In the last days, they
succeed by 25
Somebody's gonna come and end my life
Yeah I know it hurts
And I'd wear my heart on my sleeve
But I don't wanna get blood on this shirt
We're
the same.
I woke up, in the mud, of the river.
I knew for sure that I had shuffled on.
Or found my share of coffin nails,
With life’s blood pooling in my
in every way
She said "devil you can't have this one"
"get your hands up off my son"
She never stopped fighting and I'm - grateful
Lord the words I
Too many times I ran the light
Runaway or run inside
It’s alright
Bout to overload I give ‘em flood
It’s all good
Beating beats up with my blood
It’s
Cosby is not too destitute for grace
But the truth can't set you free
If you keep lyin' out yo face
Just admit it
I got plenty dirt and blood on my hands
of slaughter twisting in my head
Rising through fires of hell, Creatures thirsty for blood
God has abandoned your souls, Now prepare for attack
Rip your flesh,
are the questions that run through my head
So, here it goes, first things first:
Who'll show Up?
Will they meet in a peaceful place by the lake?
cnd
my eyes on the prize by keeping my eyes off the lies
And keeping my eyes on the light
Surrender my life to the one who guides
Wanna see a friend in
Brotha, Brotha
I got my brotha with me
This man was bound to be with me
Right by my side, my best friend
Got a different motha, but we blood man
I
it
I just smoked a backwood
It had more than kush in it
Check up on my team I make sure everybody hustlin'
Check up on my shooter I make sure he's
The truth
Breaking down borders
Mind is a country Seeing
cbove of all order
Needing a coup
State in disorder
Blood on the concrete
Emotion
scent
Heaven has sent me to do all these deeds
My message's coming to me in my dreams
And I got a little bit of blood on my tee
That cause my heart on my
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