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and a prophet of our time
My songs speak the truth reason why they're more than lines

of salvation
And the belt of truth
So I don't get condemn by the devil
Because our advisory the devil is walking around
Trying to see who he's going to devour

tavern
By the Salvation Army
And the plumbers supply

The old downtown mission
Has John 3:16 painted
In all capital letters
Above cans full of trash

But

listening to your songs is a burden
Like a phone with no Wi-Fi or service
Your seat at the table is sponsored by coercion
I'm like you but an upgraded version

the top one
It's the golden goose
Like top gun
We be gettin' right
With our addida stripes
cnd most are fakes who ain't got none
 
Putin's Yacht over half

After their Seder meal
The disciples go with Jesus to the Garden of Olives
As they walk along, John looks around at the others
Peter seems unusually

got our back no matter the attack
Just call us by our name Morphinator, Professor c, Mr. Biggs
We're the superhero kids.

Hook

We the Fusions (3x)

My Life

Fabolous

Street Dreams

2003

screens, look in the new Bent
100 and flat screens, look in the new Pint
Even our Air Forces lookin' to new tints
I stay away from anythin' that look like

bars with crayons to color my songs
I want my life to mean something when I’m gone
Not just a slave to the game to keep the lights on
I ain't playing by

hoe
Yo hoe
Our hoe
10-4
10 times 10
Keep it a hunnid
With yo people
10 times out of 10
Got the Ruger in the Regal
Driving illegal
My bitch barely legal

Boxman whooping them dumb fucks
Struck by the wrong end of my nunchucks
You'll witness the end of your days, perro
From today, one could say you have no

Yo, Subway
We got a message for you
John Otto
Take it the Matthews Bridge
If only Subway
Was a buffet
I could go down
When I've had a really bad day

Little More Time

Harlan Howard

To the Silent Majority with Love

1970

time oh the songs he might have wrote
Tender words and pretty notes with only a little more time
Another man I feel was sent here on a mission was John

And Mary softly sighed "Ah, John come on
For a one and one" down by the Liffeyside

And on her old melodeon
How sweetly she could play
Goodbye, aye,

I'd never lie to you
There's no drums in this song

I'll spit my verses all in Spanish
I was born in Kansas
I'm the richest person on the planet
I

enslaved by grief, trying to sing a song in a foreign land
Donnie McClurkin's course of stand, but you choked up and your voice is thin
After you boo-hoo,

Collateral damage
In the culture of the gun

John Lennon and Tupac Shakur
Too many songs remained unsung
Kurt Cobain lies unexplained
Slain by his own shotgun

rail and by thumb
By now you all should know me
I'm the Great Historical Bum

I had hoped to write a song to sing
Of all the great things we have done

through space
Fated to fade
I was walking down the street in the noonday sun
Just singing John Hiatt’s Tip of My Tongue
And openly weeping as the cars drove

a couple things about me that you may not know
If you wanna hear 'em miss, I got a list and here it go
I like writing songs, I like mixing tracks
I like

is hard but it's high time that we grow.
That our eyes by enlighten is high time that we know.
So when it comes to sin, we won't take it lightly
Have

song for you, haha, can we come in
Yes please, sorry for the mess… do you want to go upstairs
No, the hall we be fine. You can stand here in our midst,

can hope to expect...
Or, baby, just maybe... give me one more kiss...

Credits: All songs written by Ian S. McCaskie/John Jack Jr
c 2016 Dusty Boy

With Sarah by our side
Take my hand it will be all right
We try not to think about it now.
Devon and Bruce put the camera on the car
A 1968 Impala
That