huuurts meee soooul So through the Grim Reaper sickle sharpening Macintosh marketing Oil field augering Brazilian adolescent disarmament Israeli occupation Islamic martyrdom, precise Yeah, laser guided targeting Oil for food
the good times start, baby I wanna show you I wanna show you where the feeling sparks Well I'm gonna let you Take all the time you need 'Cause when the soul
I hope this ain't a bad time, did I wake you? I've been meaning to talk to you, come over Take a walk with you if you don't mind I think it's time I share
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soul food It's soul food It's soul food It's soul food It's soul food It's soul food It's soul food It's soul food
food for my soul Come and get yo' soul food, well well Good old-fashioned soul food, all right Everythang is for free As good as it can be Come and get some soul food
One to da two da three da four Dem dirty Red Dogs, done hit the door And they got everybody on they hands and knees And they ain't gonna leave until they
I knew, I kinda pieced together what they was kinda trying to say man because in a way, God is everything, yaknowhatI'msayin? He he he workin through
You 'bout to make me slam yo' back clean out But I love her till death do us part Though she divorced my pop the hard Way back in nineteen "Yassey" for
Naaah I can't do this shit y'all my stuff home Gotta nigga name all lit up This ain't the first time this name all lit up Man y'all niggaz realize man
Ain't no mo' you, ain't no mo' me It's only us but no unity Got yo' eyes open still can't see You' soul is priceless but you'll die for free Is it you
*knock knock knock* WHO IZIT? Hey man, it's straight shoota man Man how many times bro? Hit me three times man, let me see them talkin Aight Aight brutha
Everyday somebody gets killed What's the deal it's 1995 and a nigga wanna live The type of life that people dream, I want things A crib, a car, while
We sit back And watch, for the bullshit Cause you know it's comin *know it's comin... know it's comin..* *You know it's comin... you know it's...*
Sometimes words are enough to kill over Thanksgiving didn't give so what should I hope for I keep on looking for job but job seems not to like me What
As I begin fall in, I spark da riot, no longer quiet I got a voice that's in ya ear, stand clear It's madness everywhere I look but can't see so much
on my mind Free fom mental debris hose me down There my physical tame lay returnin' to its rightful place A quest for forgiveness answer The death toll Talley but my soul
