know how to teach the truth Plant the seeds of life and let them eat the fruit Can't you see that He spread love for you Shed blood for you, cry for and die for
Realizing a form out of stone Set hands moving Roan shaped his heart Through his working hands Work to mold his passion into clay, like the sun In his
a river for somalia I'd flow All the mothers will dream of thee All the mothers bless thy empty hand All the mothers will grieve for thee All the sorrow a
I see this rap shit ain't brought me nathin but a 50 couple of mo hoes and major playa hatin a nigga can't win for losin I'm might be choosin the
control and slid into a row of stores. His body was pulled from the car by a passing motorist after which the car, in flames, destroying stores ... Yahoo
deep of you Soul will keep thee, rife and weepy, calling out to you The dip and roar of the crowd Will dizzy me forth into your arms And if we pass
name-dropper reachin' for help So I ain't gotta say a word, pimp you beatin' ya'self You gon' get what you deserve for disrespectin' the game Any nigga
A conqueror of all world like the Hebrew kings I'm David, reincarnated over again A gladiator of the universe, a soldier of men A warlord across the field
in the West, y'all ****** is a mess Thinkin' I'm gon' stop, givin' L.A. props All I got is beef with those that violate me I shall annihilate thee Case
l up my pipe a nigga die tonight, and l'm grab a ten of real niggas start packin', 'cause a muthafucka try to get me in a jackin' and l did em'. Hit em
Father For shining Your light on me It's been a long time since I had someone to love me I owe my thanks to Thee They never expressed that life's a
the truth Plant the seeds of life and let them eat the fruit Can't you see that He spread love for you Shed blood for you, cry for and die for you
care I for my house and home Or even my wee baby? What care I for my own true love For I love the gypsy davey.'' ``well it's fare thee well my dearest
green a bit above her knee And she's gone to Carterhaugh as fast as go can she She'd not pulled a double rose, a rose but only two When up then came
things must mean bad seasons, and they must be for a reason These things must mean bad seasons, and they must be for a reason [Hook: Krizz Kaliko] Hardly time for
'll get a buzz Tormented Father, can you tell me, what? What it is, what it was, and what it shall be? Tormented One for the demon, two for the son Father
fetty because I bring it like a bullet from a gun So what you really wanna do? Get back on the road, get a sack, crack a brew Put a bitch in the back
me what you wanna do But you know a brotha want you Flip a penny if we want to Heads or tails on the scale even if a brotha fails I'll be losing clientele
