No, beware of this words - full of holy spirit Look up to heaven and see - the glory of god And jesus standing at hid right hand... Don't follow their last words
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No, beware of this words - full of holy spirit Look up to heaven and see - the glory of god And jesus standing at hid right hand ..... Don't follow their last words
Last born of the clan First one to be free Lived inside a house Beneath the hanging tree Loved them deadly nights That chilled him to the bone Words were
see a tear Coming out of these eyes You never see me beg For another shot And you never see me change Into something I'm not Famous last words Stare
States of America And to the Republic for which it stands One nation under God Indivisible... It feels so good to be back.. I scrutinize every word,
we living Got us all meeting up in prison Last week I got a letter from my road dog Written in blood Saying Please show a young playa love Hold your
her words one last time I need to break her words Step back, Step back, Step back I need to break her words one last time I need to break her words
into your fragile hands Smile for the camera Lets make this moment last a lifetime last a lifetime Smile for the camera Lets make this moment last a lifetime last
the dark another day, the fear in you is here to stay So get the fuck away from me, and learn to trust the words I say. Hatred fuels my blood, I'll
Don’t respect the words your speaking Gone too far So, how does it feel to know that someone’s kid in the heart of America has blood on their hands fighting
or even die. Carrying cross of Christ, the star of David, Swastika or word of God, the hammer and the sickle or banner splattered with your blood. Camouflaged
my last strenght to write my requiem Covered in my own blood words and music comes to me now more dead than living I compose in harmony My blood forms
small, very small Flames to the sky, white Christ is blind The burning smoke, the piles of bones One final cry, last pleading words Through the chimney
off (blaaoow!) Special delivery Jam cause with ghetto misery when I’m killabrese of canine Last name heard it through the grapevine Killing your blood
(busta rhymes) Catching my fever Rob the passanger, the last griever You don’t lone my squad? Fuck ya’ll, we don’t love your ass neither Way off the
to flip I told my nigga get the dough and keep the blau on your hip Travel safe, you know that I'ma hold it down on the strip Good lookin, word to
(Ellie Goulding) You left a blood stain on the floor You set your sights on him You left a hand print on the door, Like all the boys before, like all
