Bread from Heaven From the depths, mutants crawling Sprawling from the caves And from this land they call our fathers' A chorus begs for bread I heard
Translation: Hammond, Fred. Bread Of Heaven.
aight with me; me? I'm into me I destroy my enemies, even if they're kin to me Do 'em like the Kennedy's, ching-ching that's mo' bread Say somethin slick
so is their city this is a very personal song So if the viewer cannot understand it Particularly those of you who are European residents Save up all your bread
Guide me o thou great redeemer Pilgrim through this barren land. I am weak but thou art mighty Hold me with thy powerful hand. Bread of heaven Feed me
Guide me O Thou great Redeemer Pilgrim through this barren land. I am weak but Thou art mighty Hold me with thy powerful hand. Bread of heaven Feed me
Our father Which art in heaven Hallowed be thy name Thy kingdom come Thy will be done on earth As it is in heaven Give us this day our daily bread And
You tryin? to make me stray away from my plan Know what I?m sayin?? I?m from the gutter, where all we had was one another No wheat bread to butter,
dark road and I'm right here in the middle of it Do I walk slow or if I run am I'm missing something I took the time out to save a little bread Now
you gotta blame the hood? Heaven for us I wanna know is there a heaven for us, us, us, us, us? Heaven for us I wanna know is there a heaven for us,
around me all the time I have no doubt one day in heaven I will see you again, I'll see you again, see you again Break the bread, drink the wine In
Oh y'all niggas killers now, oh word? Catch you comin' out your fuckin' crib nigga Yeah, catch a fuckin' bullet nigga Ayo, I break bread, ribs, hundred
Like, "Do you have to eat?" or "Get your hair cut in Heaven?" "And if your eye got poked out in this life Would it be waiting up in Heaven with your
again We shall live again We shall live again Shake out the ghost dance (We shall live again) Here we are, Father, Lord, Holy Ghost Bread of Your bread
along side you then And I rode along side Till you lost me there in the open road And I rode along side Till the honey spread itself so thin For me to break your bread
sorry for sin But the Fed don't understand ain't no bread So brothers have ta learn to bake to make bread Chicks use their ass and shake to make bread
I said that I was gonna die, would I be tellin' the truth would I be lyin' would I be chillin' in heaven or hell fryin' do thugs go to heaven even
like sex, who waitin to come next with pavey rolex just me and you Chorus Yuckmouth: We risked it and killed in cali before we make bread creating our heaven