Lyrics:
turn saint I'm a dinner turned to prayer
Now more like a predator cuz I aint scared of yall
Man I'm saving yall
Better play the boi not try to play
many phones
Crawling by your soles underneath tables protecting domes
Unready for the unknown
A room full of clones, but could you ever feel more
when I speak
Defeat is never an option as long as i’m in good health
Don’t need no help look at all the shit I do by myself
Man I got beats I got flows i
the wheat from the chaff,
Done by the sword, wait there's more!
He knocks at your door and tells you,
“I cm clpha and Omega! I have not come to send peace but
No more invisible speechless, deaf and blind child
With neglected pleasures being addicted to denial
Floating through time, gravitating towards
who guiding us
A few kids in the dark sending prayers up
I pray your light will eclipse all your enemies
I pray your cries are replaced by melodies
I
know!), Capo Status (COOFIE SMACKA!)
A.k.a Jim Caso (lovely painter), and I jus love it man (Lovely Daze like this...)
I love paintin' these pictures for
having a field day
Angeles in the outfield, France to LA
Rebuking anybody don't bow to sensai
Rebooting everybody that He calls by first name
Not
it's easy for me to understand
How you could just kill a man
[Chorus]
I'd rather be judged by twelve
Than carried by the six
My gun ain't on my
for me to understand
how you could just kill a man
[Chorus]
I'd rather be judged by twelve
Than carried by the six
My gun ain't on my man
here I am today and I’m broken hearted
A chuisle grá mo chroi
Won't you buy a box for me
And have the prayers of Dan from Connemara
Sure I'll sell them
By horse, by rail, by land, by sea, our journey starts
Two men incensed by one man's journey from the past
In Iceland, where the mountain stood
was actin wild
Need to say sum more prayers dawg I can't lie
Long talks with myself I need to fix my life
I been rollin by myself, yeah it's been
of living
More than that material
More in the light of a man
Rather thoughts that cynical
And that love is plentiful
And not only for imbeciles
And that
to the moon and the stranger
And your fall by the sword love affair with Erroll Flynn
in these times of compassion when conformity's in fashion
Say one more
to the moon and the stranger
And your fall by the sword love affair with Erroll Flynn
in these times of compassion when conformity's in fashion
Say one more
darkness when I'm in the light
Sunday morning, sending prayers to the man upstairs
Folding my hands, closing my bloodshot eyes
I'm so high, and she's
really heaven or hell
If so what happens to a changed man that dies in a cell?
I need more answers to these questions, 'cause time will tell
Got a date
When I was a younger, conscientious man
I said prayers
With heart-felt concern
I believed the Lord was by my side
Helping me
As my times would turn
When I was a younger, conscientious man
I said prayers
With heart-felt concern
I believed the Lord was by my side
Helping me
As my times would turn
to build his ark
And God is a man from his feet to his hair
That's why you say 'amen' after each and every prayer
I just stare at the church man
Spendin'
had to build his ark
And God is a man from his feet to his hair
That's why you say 'amen' after each and every prayer
I just stare at the church man
like it was April, look, look
Look to the gospel
By his wounds, we are saved, that's why I'm grateful
Trust in people, not Jesus, you see betrayal
If not
Feel of me if I'm cold there's a shovel in the car to dig the hole
No I don't expect this last favor for nothing cause you're a busy man my friend
So
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