Lyrics:
these niggas
I don't get these niggas
I don't feel 'em
Took a trip out the city, bein' escorted by [?]
Just had come back from out the row, but I got
Words and music RW 1978
As I came down by the weary well
Going there to fill my can
My fortune there I do declare
She took me by the hand
The lark
the seed who sucked the milk from Mahalia
You wishin' Shaolin Island could be swallowed up by the sea
Gobbled up, like the lost city of Moore and Atlantis
And I'm marked by darkness and by blood
And by a thousand powder-burns"
Well, you know those fish with the swollen lips
That clean the ocean floor
qu'j'serai sous cachets
J'mets mes pensées sous vides
Encrées en moi, périment jamais
J'vois les lumières de la ville
Depuis des mois j'leur cours après
By
whore, even if she ain't my type
And this song is inspired by Broadway play called Hamilton I saw that changed my life
Right away, so my next move is
By the way
Kykie die is net by the way
die is net by the way
die is net by the way
My OG told me
Focus on you until the focus on you
So I focus on me
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The stinger is my pen, the honey is my book
Fly by means I'm reading, now come and take a look
Hey yo, we stay fly, we don't have
got the freedom) (Rev 1:5),
cause you've been saved by the blood of the Son (Wooe!) (Heb 9:12 & Col 1:20).
You've got the freedom from what you've done,
solitaire
All by myself I get lonely
Watching the clock on the shelf
I'd love to rest my weary head on somebody's shoulder
I hate to grow older
All
fitting in its way
He was a carpenter by trade
Or at least that's what I'm told
Like my good hand
Tattooed E-V-I-L all across his brother's fist
fitting in its way
He was a carpenter by trade
Or at least that's what I'm told
Like my good hand
Tattooed E-V-I-L all across his brother's fist
sight ...
a heavenly sight.
Well the years hurried by, and the boy, now a man
Could make the blind see with a touch of his hand
He was born to be King --
was born into a manger
And like some ragged stranger
Died upon the cross
And might I say it seems so fitting in its way
He was a carpenter by trade
solitaire
All by myself I get lonely
Watching the clock on the shelf
I'd love to rest my weary head on somebody's shoulder
I hate to grow older
All
Words and music by Bob Hartman
Based on Philippians 2:9-10
Some men called Him Rabbi, good teacher, nothing more
The Son of just a carpenter who
And handed it to me
Written by an Italian poet
From the thirteenth century
And everyone of them words rang true
And glowed like burnin' coal
Pourin' off
a bridge to Heaven.
A mighty, mighty bridge to Heaven.
Jesus built a bridge to Heaven,
With three nails, and two cross-ties.
A humble carpenter by trade.
So you want to be a carpenter, do you?
Well it takes more than a hammer, boy, you're gonna need blueprints and a will to build, and
Straighten your
outsmarted by a faultiness in tools
I don't fault my precision because I learned in school
to measure once cut twice placate the rules
as I hold my hand
I had shown a great acumen for playing music by ear. My father bought me a small keyboard that was maybe like one or two, maybe three octaves. And I
how you gon' die!
Lucky, lucky, it landed on Carpenter Jed.
He just pounds nails in your forehead.
The pig got lucky that time.
But let's take
Despair published on the front page
3 mile article pre filed particles
Your opinion found lost turn us into housed home
Living by the exhaust
solitaire
All by myself I get lonely
Watching the clock on the shelf
I'd love to rest my weary head on somebody's shoulder
I hate to grow older
All
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