Lyrics:
death do you fuckin' part
Do you understand to live, to lie by him
Is to share your soul, Lord knows, you gone die by him
I know you heard gun stories
you angry for?
Lennon hes been mad since like 8 years old
Lords save my soul
I dont think they'll like what im saying no more
What you gonna do, when
the Rift Valley
In places untraceable by Rand McNally
Took a cobblestone trolley through a Mercer Street alley
The more championship rings than John
Rina i can hear myself good now
You're good now, haha
Haunted by the memories of you in this life
Man, I've met so many dudes
That were jealous
The blind leading the blind
While we all try to hide
Our fucking true nature
Thruth is
They only see us by our misbehaviour
Theyre the ones that take your
eat, I can't sleep
But I just might move my feet
'Cause there's nothing like
The sound of sweet soul music
To change a young lady's mind
Teach 'em early on, early as they can be
And maybe they can go further than me
Comin' from a city where bullets
Turn bro's into souls
Who knew from
Mississippi home. I remember Old Mr. John used to play that same way on the pouch after a hard day picking cotton. ------------
Music...
Sometimes we
well, like a schooner on a swell
Their families learned the story of their fate
But on the ocean high a rescue had come by
And took them to the Old World
be small but I have big dreams
May be mixed but I have good genes
Woman in my family are all queens
Spreading love by any means
Keep your soul, don’t
I cut my teeth on gumbo rock
Benny Spellman and Doctor John
Sweet Irma Thomas and Frog man Henry
Use to boogie woogie all night long
Tho I love
and hard like Jack Frost bit me
So many new flows old flows start to panic
It's time they got built by the mic mechanic
y'all heard, I stay in hood
John 3:16
For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten Son
That who so ever believes in him shall not perish but have ever lasting
start all over the way it used to be
Love has hold of both our souls
See the sunset growing old
See the sunset growing old
Copyright 2011 – John
a lack of knowledge
I ask you to reveal your truth to me
I will not be deceived by my works and my soul is lost
I will not reject Your truth
Lord, I belong
from the norms
And soon millions of folk
Records were being sold
By the early sixties, Dylan, Baez, Phil Ochs
Were doing intellectualized copies
By this Necropolis
Then I saw a new heaven
And a new earth
The old heaven
The old earth had vanished
And there was no more sea
And I, John, saw
the old school
88 fade
Press PLAY
I live by the old rules
Like the old school eses
Boyle Heights
PRIMO
Orale!
Big Luis
RIP OG Jose Solis
One for the town
This is all
Mind body soul
9 shotty blow
Fine pot of gold
Found by the stove
Red yellow go
Dread let em know
Bread feta dough
Make cheddar slow
Spread
on the inside, and on your blindside
Shoot you right between your motherfuckin' eyebrows
Ooh, kill 'em, it's that Carter 5, let me get 'em
I'm feeling like John
pick up where we left off
Like we’re still just kids
And we might be getting old but
You’re my brother, you’re my soul
This is life, you and I
(So) One
done?
What will my legend become?
I will forever be young
Through old tales of breakdancing down at Odell's
Streets named after me is where my soul
screen like they be knowing the eternal answer to life
But they all blowing smoke
I thank God for helping me with all the songs I wrote
The old me would
trigger to a barrel
From the bottom of your heart
'til death do you fuckin' part
Do you understand to live, to lie by him
Is to share your soul, Lord
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