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America (My Country 'tis of Thee)

Mahalia Jackson

America the Beautiful [Columbia]

2003

My country, 'tis of Thee
Sweet land of liberty
Of thee I sing
Land where my fathers died
Land of the pilgrims' pride
From every mountain side

fifty fifty like Dent
Putting the words together 
Like they're clues at a crime scene 
Heaven sent a Savior died to give us grace
Showed me my place

of heaven, without the fuckin' rules
Seven deadly sins all died as a tragedy in time
I'm alone with and out mine (yeah)
I took a shot of whiskey, then dipped

Don't sell out to me fuck what you believe
I just stay making a profit
And it's just me and all my music cause I'm an artist
Bring ya bring ya bring ya

servants
Jesus has showed that gods here
When he prayed by the mountain side
In the Bible it talks about Jesus
When you take the blood of Christ and the cup

Remmorii
Uh
Listen
 
On this cycle of my life
These bars I hold tight
If I fall, yeah I might
Wish I had lived a life
That if I died tonight
My words

through this depression for my pop in heaven
By using music to escape my thoughts of evil weapons
I wrote this song for you papa, I hope it's sent to you

Secret Splendor

Buck 65

Man Overboard

2001

set by the practicing masters
Of the spectactular arts in paradise

As I strolled aimlessly edges of sacrement one day
I wasn't looking and died by

them times that I could've died
And to the brothers that was unlucky
I know you got a spot in Heaven save one for me, yeah
And to the brothers that was

the dead still sing
And we can celebrate by
Dancing in the streets
Your music, your legacy, rest in beats
I'm sick of this scenario, man
I'm buggin' out
So

Lord, give me the gift
We are called to be your servants of music
Let us spread positivity and influence the world
With your power and your grace,

ain't seen a day that went by 
Look outside and I cry
Life's so good don't a abuse it
Your heart still beats to the music
Your heart still beats

Start the ritual
Black poison on arrive
Knock you out
Leave my past by your side
Just died, have the pentagram revive
Fuckboys, always killing lives

for I am a sinner
Jesus died to bring us together
No treasures on earth compare to in heaven
And Matthew 11 says you're gonna be rejected
Rejected,

be the same
Keep calling me pathetic, privileged
I ain't never asked for this, nah
Ambition's too big to give a fuck, brah
Music's never gonna stop

house surrounded in Yellow tape
Died in my arms, black bag Carried away
Stays Imprinted inside my brain, Hope nobody feels this pain

Music for Broken

on life number seven
Life number seven, that's crazy
I once heard a tale about a sweet little baby
He died, went to heaven, came back with a story
He said

to make it up to heaven
To heaven, despite what I did
Have no regrets
Welcome to the
If you could
Imagine a world where people all got along
We wouldn't

let's face it
Changed my outlook on music
I didn't know until I tasted it
I was late to the party
But Mr. Bowie I must say
Making an artful outro to your

coffin  
Barely hit adolescence, very familiar presence
Preached by million broken hearts, God-damn they been stressed out 
Music as medication, I declare

reality, and I ain't gonna
Sugarcoat it; stomping on the thinnest of ice
Jesus ain't die so that we can keep sinning
Jesus done died so that we can keep

for making me me
'Cause without your music, don't know who I'd be

Why do rappers have to die young, die young?
Either by drugs or a barrel of a gun

going to heaven or hell
But I'll know the day that I died I lived through heaven
And gave it hell
At least that's living
I'm talking about the Idea

to get your fuckin throat slit
I wanna call Gus and hang you by your pedo wrists
This is not a threat, just a little wish
Also scammy fake mechanics do