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a mountain has valleys each side
Even the moon has a place it can hide
Even the sun can feel cold in the day
Even a boy can begin his own way, out in the world

there's nothing I can do in my own strength 
And I pray that you will forever be the King of my heart 
Have your way
Have your way

Step by step I'll wait

sees the butterfly as weak
And figures out a way to pimp it to his own benefits
Already surrounded by this mad city
The caterpillar goes to work

Outside the Nashville City Limits

Joan Baez

Blessed Are...

1971

(Words and Music by Joan Baez)

Outside the Nashville city limits
A friend and I did drive,
On a day in early winter
I was glad to be alive.
We went

of
His very own drum
His very own drum
He wasn't an athlete
And he couldn't swim
And riding a bike was
Of no interest to him
A bit of a loner
Did things

of the forest, always on the lookout for new adventures.
 
One sunny morning, as Sammy hopped from branch to branch, something caught his attention—a hidden

graduating from Yale
It was love at first sight when they saw each other face
He need a public defender guess who was on his case
They out here killing us it's

me not to believe
We're counting time by when he came, the prophecy's are all in his name, there's peace hope and love pouring out from his people each

rent out a claptrap riff-raff apartment
and take the bus to work

each man is his own brand
so sweat not over death
and all the ex-girlfriends

false profit, and cheap thrills  
Well it's a winding road, got to pay a toll 
Hold on to your soul, keep up with the migration 
And to each his own, know

Vins Omari what's up homie
2021 What's poppin'
You know that I'm on one, to each his own really
I'm hoping and I'm praying that the good Lord hear me

a wild, heavy swell

Each in his own way was praying to heaven

As the ship sailed straight into hell

So sailors take heed

When you come or you leave

would have to be slain 
To give a sinful man a clean slate

Pierced by his side, a fountain flowed there
Them borehole for e hand so e fit tell me say

repurposed each of mine
My battered hands an altar on which His sacrifice now lays
Every ounce of His affliction the substance by which I'm remade

The Preacher and the Bear  by Jerry Reed

The preacher went out a huntin', it was on one Sunday morn'
It was against his religion, but he took

dreams/ but if you fumble on the play it can be life in bing/every since birth I was groomed by the kings/ a product of my environment I'm a son of a fiend/

raised by them solids
God help my Uncle Johnny
It's poison in his body
He ain't mean it if he did it
I pray for his forgiveness
Last night I had a dream

& get cropped
If you ain't with gang, wild west, go and get lost
Feeling like a cowboy, I ride horses
Got a rari' out back, right by the porches
I just

the sun we'll stay for generations
'Cause the son of your son got obligations
To prove the worth of his own motivations

Et maneat in corde meo
Qual

Here We Come

St. Lunatics

Free City [Bonus Track]

2001

Leezy on his way we gonna be out there in a minute
But what's goin on with you though? Cause I hope you ain't frontin
Cause it's too late at night for

his own
Got speed, its on
Flesh freed, he home
Then weâ¬"d go wrong, it wasnâ¬"t in the plan
Designed by the Man upstairs
This testimony and we say,

admits
He'll cut you off
Cause the very thought
Of actually
Falling in love
Terrifies
The broken boy inside
So better
To break your heart
Than heal his own

Flash

Cajmere

Sessions

2006

be accustomed to

So I decrypt each and everyone of you to be own individual
Camera so that you can take pictures of these bad little kiddies

Flash

Bobby D

House Hot Mix

1995

be accustomed to

So I decrypt each and everyone of you to be own individual
Camera so that you can take pictures of these bad little kiddies