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Him to death at His birth
Christ had a death sentence 
Before He entered the earth
Immanuel God with us
Makes no sense
What is man that you are mindful

Feel the Pressure

You think I feel the pressure? Well if I do I'm nervous and I'm better
Coming for your cheddar 
Make me the billion dollar man

of gold
Pastures new we will see
Side by side we will go
To this land, this ecstasy I know

We'll be dancing in paradise
Until then my friend
I'll make

Flip the dead man's switch
Make my soul opaque

With the flies watch my insides dilate and exhume
The patterns of all who misspend
Phantom like down

a thing
Yeah he gave you a watch but never give his time
Ima help you put that shit behind
I ain't after your pussy I wanma help you heal
I'll take you by

cross dressin progressin
Distressin all the suckas

Represent the man the myth
All safety for the legends

Now the times tickin everyday
All the cats

cuz no none likes you

Throw it in the trash, and I call it soprano
Burning on his track, spitting image Vesuvio
Gonna make him mad, like a poor mans

man's views you cherish
Did you know there's a war for your soul
Consider life after death as a whole
There's a lie the devil has been selling you
Blind

Always Coming Back Home to You

Atmosphere

Seven's Travels

2003

to hold it.?

It was a thirty eight, the poor mans machete
Held it in my hand, thinking damn man it's heavier then expected,
wedged it behind my belt buckle

nothing 'bout pearly gates
Purgatory's fake
Cross of calvary my sins were laid
Christian this, Christian that
All that worthless verbal chat
Does your life

a liability
But she got them assets
& I got to satisfy
Her identity of herself
An enemy of an enemy is friend to me
Melancholy a nostalgic feeling of ecstasy

Cingularity Point

Canibus

C of Tranquility

2010

Punishment for touching another man
I'm just a poor shoe cobbler from Guadalajara
Who came in contact with scholars that studied Kabbalah
I do not wish

on poor natives
I've come to believe with some degree of certainty
This place locks hearts away as well as the chains you see
But I am stilled by scripture

mean to proceed
I see that life isn't fair in the least
To accumulate wealth I must do for myself
'Cause nobody's sharing with me
Work for a man that's

Fishy Swa Ska

Fishbone

Sunless Saturday

1991

the dark

Yeah, Radio man I'm talking to you
And you machine beat junkies
That have locked your doors
Will get diseased by the rock-n-roll whore
If I dared

His life as a nomad
The Lord of all riches lived a poor man
Yeah, we love fresh new doodads
But really what's the use when my life ends
If you heed

by a set of rules you apply before you ball
Cross ya T's gotta dot them I's when you involved
Everybody take a fall
Gotta walk before you crawl
Keep

To the folk Im with cause Im oblivious
Soul sickened decomposing I need a dose of my Gods holiness
But I'm rockin prides bifocals til this moment
Man I'm shown

church
You may be rich or poor
You may be the biggest man in this town
You may be an usher you may be a choirman
I don't know who you are but you need God

Making me feel flawed
Cuz it takes patience, but be gracious
And add to the conversation, being silent is complacent
This generation needs agents man
They

the judgement, him frighten and fraust.
So him commit suicide, hang himself by him locks.
Away with Christ bout they want Barabbas.
Nail him on the cross, weh him

comin' back
No never comin' back

'Cos I'm so disappointed by the visions of this man
So poor at heart
Now I know where I stand
I'm so disappointed by

Billy Austin

Steve Earle

Ain't Ever Satisfied: The Steve Earle Collection

1996

left home
Seems like I've always been in prison
Like I've always been alone
Didn't mean to hurt nobody
Never thought I'd cross that line
I held up

Black Market

Black Market Militia

The Black Market Militia

2005

[Intro: Killah Priest]
Yeah, knawhatimean, Killah Priest
I changed my name, man, it's Leo Angel now
Knawhatimean? Yo, this is Black Market