Search results for 'without a single word by j church' Page #17

Closer
To Your word, do Your will
Draw me closer
Lord I'm down on my knees
Draw me closer
To Your word, do Your will
Draw me closer
Uh, okay I mind

against a pitcher with a ripper you could eat off
Church, then a grip of loons run to third first
Granny yelling go Cubs, nose in her word-search
Seen

How can a man in Nottingham
Starve and die without a helping hand
Fate in the balance like a grain of sand
Government failures across the land
Elders

Blood-borne economy birthed by insolvency
Intravenous bankruptcy; a dwindling supply
Regulations enacted, identities redacted
The masses, distracted.

of advice, Don't try to fight it
Cause you'll only get it worse
So many syllables when I spit
You thought I had the beat by the neck and
I force fed it words

down every Sunday in church, hoaxed
Monetize your prophets, and prophesize a great demise
Word to the Jesuits and the Vatican spies, Holy book of lies

A Dozen Red Roses

Unlinked Artist

Country Hits, Vol. 84

Her hand was guided by her heart
And for every rose
A single teardrop fell
As she lifted her veil and slowly read the card:

"You're in your room

Precision through derision, don't begin to tell me what the fuck is owed
Swallowed by the hurt while I'm posted up at the church
Gritted teeth and sunken eyes

see what it tosses (Heads or tails)
I don't have a single regret
Play these cards place a bet (All in)

Uh
Climbing from the dirt
Feelings start to get

education

And I’m sure this will end up online
So I don’t want to diss anyone at
The American Academy, I’m sure it’s equal to
The Art Institute of Chicago by

a judgment free zone
It ain't about the points it's about the poem
But I can't even write one without being judged, oftentimes by myself
I ain't never been

on the sheep who bought
Every single word!
In search of desperate hope
They think you're pure
But you're a prophet without a soul

A pathological liar
Profit is

burnt up like a weenie and his name is Fred
He wears the same hat and sweater every single day
And even if it's hot outside, he wears it anyway!
He's gone

Is anybody out there 
Were on a dying planet without any healthcare 
No church in the wild disregards for our welfare 
The concrete jungles without

can't hurt
Tell him your beauty isn't determined by his slander
He uses words like kitten for a fucking panther!
If you have a seatbelt, ya better fasten

Old School New School

LL Cool J

Exit 13

2008

grandkids, can feed they damn kids
And Collin Park throw ya hands in the air
Jump before I turn 'em in a Cool J affair
My word is my bond, every summer I'm

Crossed out all the words

Don't be fooled by all my tears
'cause everything is fine
And you can pick up all the
Pieces that you left behind

'Cause I never

Life can come and cook you up such a harsh fate

Never sell your soul cause I won't
Go to a dark place without a light bulb
All of you can roam in

this untoward generation UUGGH
Ungrateful generation UUGGH
Up in church taking selfies NAWW
Up in church taking selfies WHAT
On that basic salvation,

lame and all those deaths are on you to blame!

Screw animal cruelty, that ain't right
The murderers ain't gonna win without a fight!
Let's all get

once held
Your absence magnified
By silence that's more felt than heard
You haunt indecently
By absense of a single word
You've left me hollow and alone

had got me by without reading it
Now I just Google search Jesus Christ, and the Crucifix
In the tab next to porn, rap blogs, and the newest kicks
Our

Bill's at the Door

Kid 'N Play

Face the Nation

1991

(Pass the peas, pass the peas, pass the peas...)   --> The J.B.'s

[ VERSE 1: Play ]
I used to break my back everyday, totin boxes in a factory

I got to go back to church again too, God is everywhere
But they need to accept God
That's what you should say

Dear God
Please do not
Take my mother