beauty bright Westward leading, still proceeding Guide us to thy perfect light Born a king on Bethlehem plain Gold I bring to crown Him again King forever
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royal beauty bright Westward leading, still proceeding Guide us to thy perfect light Born a king on Bethlehem plain Gold I bring to crown Him again King
Good King Wenceslas looked out On the feast of Stephen, When the snow lay round about Deep and crisp and even Brightly shone the moon that night Though
there ain't no ounce My life filled with drug busts and shoot outs Pure ghetto anger, pure ghetto anger Pure ghetto anger, I'm addicted to danger Some nights I crash
- Nat C's clockin' Dough Be bop's a pimp. My old freaks a hoe The batter rams rollin' rocks are the thing Life has no meaning and money is king Then
dreamed of. So if you feel like giving up cause you don't fit in down here, fear is crashing in, close your eyes and take my hand. We can be the kings
outlets Legacy live 500 years like Vinnie's nest Evil scientist, now I manifest with golden plaques Felony paragraphs, dead on polygraph, vision a bloodpath Black guillotines, banded like King
it the pimp, the crook, the hustling thing The man, the music that making a king I'm simply building my Ming A million men marchin' like condom [unverified] I'm the King
gotta start sometime I say now Through the fog there is hope in the distance From cathedrals to third world missions Love will fall to the earth like a crashing
wild Tell them how I hope they shine Long live the walls we crashed through I had the time of my life with you Long, long live the walls we crashed
Well, that high tides risin' Mama, don't you let me down Pack up your suitcase Mama, don't you make a sound Now it's king for king And queen for queen
way to be, paradise like relaxin' black Latino an' Anglo-Saxon, Armani exchange the reins Cash, Lost Tribe of Shabazz, free at last Brand new whips to crash
and move me Mama you're just gonna lose There's been a crash on the levee And mama, you've been refused Well, it's king for king Queen for queen It'
doing 90 bout to crash in this Aston, listening to Outcast, I'm sorry Mrs Jackson anything I can ever do to better you your son was our king so we wont
