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
misguided never payed attention So I got my soul devine, player's soul decided to let my soul confide with the lights of him Who the father, my bread
I used to have Peace, serenity, teaching divinity Break bread, sipping the blood, eating with enemies Blind, pearl on my mind thinking we fittin' to be
Reverend blessed it Brethren, Heaven, Tech is beggin' for effin' X-Mas Hopin' momma ain't left an exit It better get better quick, how you let her get sick with bread
to be! Yeeeeah! Tokyo no sora no shita Futari wa deatta Soshite koi ni ochita Check it out-cho O-share techo Kuchibue fuite Aruite yukô Nanimo
land; I am weak, but though art mighty, Hold me with Thy powerful hand: Bread of Heaven, Feed me till I want no more; Bread of Heaven, feed me till
art in Heaven Hallow be Thy name Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done In earth, as it is in Heaven Give us this day, our daily bread As we give up our
this one right here It goes one o'clock, two o'clock, three o'clock rock Five, six, seven o'clock, eight o'clock rock Eleven o'clock, twelve o'clock
This is a un-usual musical I conductin' You lookin' at the black Warren Buffett so all critics can duck sic I don't care if you C. Delores Tuck-it Or you Bill O
at now, you lamp laid in Mac's now Where Bravehearts put they rap down in honor of your name You a legend And they don't understand how you see over from Heaven
and wreck show 'cause of DJ Screw I'm fed But don't be mislead, you the reason we get bread Please tell him when I get to heaven, it's gon' be respect
Michael) Clap, clap! Now silence Have you noticed people wear... (Audience) Copies of your favourite hat? (Michael) You have noticed that my dears? (Audience) O
Growin' up on Cinnamon Street Everywhere you look there are lots of people to meet It's seven o'clock, the breakfast treat Now the school bus is here,
they momma, life of a [Cali Nigga]. Hip-hop trying to take the life of us [Cali Niggas]. Don't call them rappers, address them as Bill O'Reilly niggas
little child She was only but seven years old "O what have you in your bag?" Said the False False Fly To the lovely little child on the road "Me bread
Uptown you cater to a million whores. You disinfect terrazzo on their bathroom floors. The jobs are really menial you make no bread. And then at five-o
Growing up on cinnamon street. Everywhere you look there are lots of people to meet, It's seven o'clock, the breakfast treat. Now the schoolbus is here
