Lyrics:
Caution
Do not mix wit alcohol
It may cause drowsiness
Keep out of reach of small children
I roll it back, crack a dutch, have a sisip
Get
can get by
But I know so many
Less lucky than I
Please help my people
The poor and downtrod
I thought we all were
The children of God
God help
There was no place to kneel but she knew that God would hear
If we closed our eyes and said a prayer
And no sooner was it done when the engine turned
Looking For Suzanne
Bob is a trucker out in Phoenix,
He drives that 40 once a week at least,
And lately when he's headed out to Tenessee
He thinks
can't believe you at all
There's a man over there dressed in robes of prayer
He's been playing too long with our sons and something's wrong
He's for
shit for yours-
This ain’t Dora I explore-
Tryna travel I want more-
Man this lifestyle I adore-
Future children good for sure-
In the back of my head I
rope
Recruit him again for a little more oil
Suck a dich and by that I mean go fuck yourself
Congress and cabinets I call that nazi on a shelf
Deadly
Unlivable circumstances
Cost of living is raised
No hope for the living
We will all end up in a grave
Leaving children behind
With limits on places
Or into sellin white
'cause everything money bring, children of the malonites
I'm Bob's song, provin Ja live, not gone
To pay a devil on a loan, got to rob
children out for slaughter
Watch the world watch in horror
Death reigns so high above
You can't hide nor can you run
Try your best to keep everyone safe
God didn't love his children
Then why would he plant these seeds
For life to expand horizons
But limit it by our greed as humans
I feel that prayers
Words and music by Bob Hartman
Based on Ezekiel 22:30, 1 Timothy 2:1, James 5:16
There's no feeling
Like when you have a friend in need
Their heart
Where is your God?
Why has he forsaken you?
Blinded!
Betrayed by your faith in God!
Massacre!
Your prayers mean nothing!
Massacre!
Will you take a stand?
name
I call you out of your name
No, this is not just another poem about children
Or
Just another poem
It is a prayer
A plea
A lament
A dirge,
suspicions we can burn them one by one
That will help us get ready for World War None
(A little love is more effective than a rifle)
(A little faith will
of our God
We've seen You heal
We've seen You move
We've seen our prayers answered by You
May Your kingdom come here in our presence
Your will be done here
my head by the sword
For now that I've seen what I need to see
Please take me where I need to be
"What have you learned?" It's better to tell
teachers wanna fail her
Cause she gave me by the trailer
Woman nuh cry, but she's a wailer
Bob's real daddy was a sailor
Like MC Hammer, had to nail her
of bread
The bats are the least of your concern
Dr Freudstein still dwell downstairs
The House by the Cemetery
Is still his home
Bob, you need to be quiet
They have come to haunt the children
They have come to walk the wind
I can hear them as they rustle through the trees
Looking for the love that
Thank you for your thoughts and prayers,
What do they do?
How do you do?
So I’ll stay alone with you,
Exhuming feelings,
Exchanging healings.
moon prayers
For the pearl moon i slept here
As the grass grew around my head
Undisturbed though pilgrims called my
Name unimpressed by
Children's cries
murdered in the streets, fine line
Who can learn
Pray for the children (I pray)
I pray for our healing (I pray)
I know you feel it (I know you feel it)
murdered in the streets, fine line
Who can learn
Pray for the children (I pray)
I pray for our healing (I pray)
I know you feel it (I know you feel it)
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