, killers who like to play golf preparing with transactions, with russian shots of the smirnoff playing for keeps I buss in 'em 'fore she get off I run the city
enemies Native nuts get these Mark ass bustas acting hard, bitch please Have you ever heard the sound Of a meat cleaver swinging? Head in a handbag, hoe church
as possible Makin' heaven a hospital, and where I?m from it?s highly probable In a Benny, reefa roller, street patroller stackin' clips for lethal loadin' In the city
To niggas hustling on the block Settin' up shop crack cocaine bottle of red tops Youngins with the boom box lettin' they head bop My vision was blurred
[MJG] I'm so cold, I need a coat in the kitchen I bust two verses, then go into intermission No way you can provoke my vision I, dont play I make a hoe
Don't tell my sister about your most recent vision Don't tell my family they're all wicked strict Christian Don't tell the hangers on, don't tell your
Now is the time This is the place To bang back the khakis with the church fat lace West is the coast, east is the side Long Beach is the city where them
though I may not understand Someday I'll make a way Walking down the road In the city where she'd come with so much hope You see her vision had long
Sappho was a poet Billie was a real musician Frida drew the moon I'm going by Louise's Church She built in the city Art of grace & style That could make
wealth and possessions. * The injustice of inequality is sanctioned by the church. With its tradition of finance from the gentry The church has always
and silk screen and Harry, and set the tongue squealing the reverse and inverse tantalize poets with visions of grandeur, their faces turn blue
City, on my way to God knows where This old town, it sure looks pretty, I just got to stop and stare Lookin' at an old church steeple, it's got stories
reveal like revelations Drop Jews like parables That can't be seen with the eye like constellations You're lost in the nation with no mental vision Unseen
I'll give myself a vision Of a boy for this one girl He can be the colors of a paintbox set In a black and white world He'll be a bit of everything Be
checked the facts and found them true, then boldly testified About the life of Jesus from beginning to the end And then in Acts I told about the way the church
All in your rows All in your row-oh-ohs City-scape and country-side We've got local boys, they're going nationwide So here's your church and here's your
bunkers with their wealth and possessions. * The injustice of inequality is sanctioned by the church. With its tradition of finance from the gentry The church
