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was By his own men It's the last day's last hour Of the last happy year I feel that the unknown The world is so dear Pride will vanish
and you tried to take my life You're a monument to hell and evil and each day I pray That the Lord split you asunder On his mighty judgment day, judgement
game A force of power, Malice is my name Each night, each fight, I fan your flame I'm his alter ego, on his side, I stake my claim You can try to resist,
of power, Malice is my name Each night, each fight, I fan your flame I'm his alter ego, on his side, I stake my claim You can try to resist, put up a fight
a mistake The whole planet getting baked She held tight to her daughter's hand They weren't safe on their own land She heard God had his own plan, but they've
with care; Supporting each man on the top of the tide By a finger entwined in his hair. The Bellman himself they all praised to the skies - Such
And my own blood, was everywhere And it was my birthday last month, by the way I am two years old and learning how to walk again And upon discovery It's
day. I only saw his halo, But she saw his feet of clay. Oh, he loved her and she loved him, In their own peculiar way. I never knew that love had feet
and stole your possessions Seized by the police, apprehended for questions But conscience never budged, on trial before a judge Listing his accomplishments;
Each of us lives, dependent and bound by our individual knowledge and our awareness All that is what we call "reality" Nigga better jump when i walk
an opinion That is out of line With the status quo at least You are allowed to be Objectified by men and dress like a slut But don’t own Your sluttiness and do
Limped to his blanket 'neath the underpass Lie there tasting his own blood on his tongue Closed his eyes and listened to the cars Rushin' by so fast
Dear Dirty Dublin It was down by the markets I heard an ould song — c balladeer's voice, above the loud throng — He sang of his city, a place I
years old And it only gets colder, which is why I understand And can't be mad at a forty-four-year-old fan With a chip on his shoulder who only owns
his own plan And he don't need you to approve Try to understand Van the man His mind it don't sit still He toils each day to bring us joy So take him
We like sheep have gone astray Each of us has turned our own way We bow to sin that leaves us wanting more Our hearts more broken than before But by
Hallelujah God's Word enlightens And gives us power Each chapter fuels us A magnitude of His attributes was Found packed into us He crafted you up Exact
now" And he's sitting by her bed in the hospital ward Then their daughter walks in with a family of her own She says, "Dad, I don't know if she can
He had his hard hat, born ready for war This young nigga heart's gone and I saw this before He lived day by day, prey by prey, stray by stray Blunted
own cause you worried 'bout his Regardless where you from I'm your got-damn brother We ain't never ever goin' make it without each other Seek
came tumblin' down Had a straight razor out of his pocket By the time he lit on the ground He landed on his feet right in front a that bear
When there was no answer he was overcome with fear He searched in vain for his treasure lost and too soon the night would fall Only his own echo would
the door she barking I turned down the Johnny Carson Jumped out the bed, we grabbed both his legs Me and my brother, not knowing the pain he gave my
Ophelia drowned in the water Crushed by her own weight Hitler loved little blue-eyed boys And it drove him to hate Birds always grow silent
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