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his brother Abel's brains
In, the only motivation he needed was his own
Human disposition to violence
Whether you interpret
The Bible as literature

Every day a different woman sleeps by his side
And every day he tells each one he loves her like a bride
Every night he walks in the house where he's

lost in hell again tonight

Each night you wake in fright
And see his shining eyes
This bullet is your ticket home

At the bottom of the world
A desert

Hello, hello
Today we'll be doing a reading of
The Gift of the Magi, which was published by O. Henry
In the December of 1905

The Gift of the Magi

day, ritual by night
The vibe holds the tribe and it keeps it real tight
We give each other weight instead of sayin' hi
And that's the first feelin'

Depression has a mind of its own, why can’t it have feet
I try to make it walk away, its a lost cause, pushing dead weight
Sometimes i think each cell inside

Annual, sponsored by motherfucking Valentine
Cross Country Clothing
And a lot of wack shit that the hood will
Not wear anymore we got my man
Up first his

is we've been conditioned into this, chained only by each other
But before I get into that, I want to start with the so-called root of all evil
It's

saved me
Inside there's an urgency a state of emergency
Ignited by your flame, a zeal with no shame
Lifting up your name, not worried about my own
Cause

wait, each man the bait
Death his mate at the battle of blood

Woza, woza wo
Woza, woza wo

Woza, woza wo
Woza, woza wo
Woza, woza wo
Iphi lendoda?

Woza,

No one gave a fuck about his
Jam and it was cast away
And his fuckin name forgotten by a
World that shit on him
Until he was discovered by, a Muslim

The winter nights are long and hard
And time goes by so slowly
I wish my true love he was here
And in his arms I'd roll
He'd whisper tender words of love

threat so I approached him,
With due care..

"Ah Mr Pip" he said out loud,
"We've been awaiting you, my name is Elwood P. Dowd",
Now just what he meant by

Verse 1 
Jesus calls us by His Word,
Through life's rough and restless sea.
cnd day by day, His voice is calling,
Calling Christian, come follow me!

Be Somebody

Paula Cole

Amen

1999

of the truth made enemies of the weak 
He was killed by his own people 

And, oh my god, what is this madness? 
I will not let it kill my gladness 
And, oh

That Good

Snoop Dogg

Mac + Devin Go to High School [Music From and Inspired by the Movie]

2011

his own
Snoop and Wiz the new Cheech and Chong
We up in smoke, making street schemes
Smoking sticky green, having sweet dreams
Break it down, put it in

powerless.
I am composing the shadow of the very life I protest.

Each breath of this life is spent wasting itself.
I live a life which has outlived its own

Inflaming his inbred lust, enhancing sin's pressures
Knowing he couldn't be hurt by any enchantment
But by worldly interests and pleasures being the source

alright (Yeah)
I want you and you want me, so let's go live our life (Yeah)

Baby girl you know I will always wait for you
Once he's on his own, it'll just

himself 
So he can shine light on his brothers 
So they can mine their own wealth 
So they can unshackle confusion 
And start improving their health
Because

soul sick

I could've been his, the kid
We live, and we'd recollect
On Music, on records, he'd have to inspect

Each of the records I own five, six,

Who cares? How the years have gone by
Now our worlds are aligned
You should just come over
Let's get to know each other better
Hi, hi, hi, hi
Hi, hi

think 
A new horror flick each and every time I blink 

I think way too much for my own good
I over think the goods things til they go bad
I could make

Sidewalks end with ponds and frog eggs
Buried bones, and his very own blurry sasquatch vids
Led like field ants to a hot lens
Eight o'clock kittens vs