in your kindness It's a must hoping in the G-d of deliverance Since way back when before time began Existing eternally, everlasting Rejoice in the name of his
my time when I rhyme lovely, me nah like ugly like God we get odd to the rhythms Rappers thinkin' of steppin' up, what the fuck you're doin'? I amplify the hymn
with the redhead wonder Did57 shows in a three month summer On the deuce bitch ass nigga fuckin with Tech gonna be found in Swope park with his nuts in his
tour with the redhead wonder Do 57 shows in a three month summer Any deuce bitch ass nigga fuckin with Tech gonna be found in some park with his nuts in his
Yo, there's still time As the door close, the cold wind blows Down America like the Wall of Jericho Some will walk the sheet close Many are called but
With your mercury mouth in the missionary times Your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes And your silver cross and your voice like chimes Who
With your mercury mouth in the missionary times And your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes And your silver cross, and your voice like chimes
It Is No Secret What God Can Do The chimes of time ring out the news, Another day is through. Someone slipped and fell. Was that someone you? You may
, one of the broken And brother, you're singing, singing to me I remember King David With his harp and his beautiful, beautiful songs I answered his prayers And showed him a place where his
independent having inherited his father's tar-and-feather business and was therefore able to devote his full time to such intellectual pursuits as writing. I particularly remember a heart-wa Novel of his
worries float away Jesus smiles, He's a handsome man He's taller than you thought Eyes so warm, reaching out His hand In the holy kingdom angels sing a hymn
Church of Christ A God fearing fence clearing, hay slinging Hymn singing, back breaker all of his life Came in early one night, find his pretty wife
are if I'm a star, I'd be Johnny Mathis On some smooth shit, I'd be gaming all the honeys Hitting Hugh Hefner with his Playboy Bunnies Check the Sunday
alone Well, look up in the sky Just look up in the sky See that I'm everywhere, everywhere Shining down on you Well, well, is that our little author? Coming back, humming his hymns
God put a song in the heart of an angel And softly she sang it to me I get to thinking lots of times about Back when I was a lad Of the old home place
factory had been forced to close down And sadly the young man had lost his job He'd been out of work for about a year When his wife gave up took their
forced to close down And sadly the young man had lost his job He'd been out of work for about a year When his wife gave up, took their three kids and
God put a song in the heart of an angel And softly she sang it to me I get to thinkin' lotta times About back when I was a lad The old homeplace where