Rain - Lyrics - Proud Like A God - Guano Apes

Title: Rain
Album: Proud Like A God
Artist: Guano Apes
Composer(s): Dennis Poschwatta, Henning Ruemenapp, Sandra Nasic, Stefan Ude

Lyric:
I'm alone
Can't wait until I feel your rain
So unreal
Can't find another place of your rain
I believe
I still believe in your warm rain
I'm alone
Can't sleep until' I feel your rain

How can I find
Love, faith and trust inside of your rain?
So unreal
Can't find another place of your rain
I believe
I still believe in your warm rain
So untrue
Help me to find through your warm rain

I send out my wishes
You gave me promises
Why don't you feel the same?
I'm sad, I feel like a little child

I send out my wishes
You gave me promises
Why don't you feel the same?
I'm sad, I feel like a little child
Somebody left, there is no rain

Oh no, I'm waiting
How about your rain?
I can't believe
I still believe in your rain
Like in Heaven
I can't wait until' I feel your rain
So where's your life
Who's livin' the rest of your life

I can't, I can't
I can't live this life, I can't live this life

I can't see in your eyes
Can't change it, no more tries
Leave everyone with a smile
And you're sad, you feel like a little child

I can't see in your eyes
Can't change it, no more tries
Leave everyone with a smile
And you're sad, you feel like a little child
Somebody's left there is no rain

Yeah
And you set me free
Oh baby
And you're sad, you feel like a little child

I send out my wishes
You gave me promises
Why don't you, why don't you
Why don't you, why don't you feel the same?
And you're sad, you feel like a little child
Somebody's left there is no rain

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Nu Thang - Lyrics - Nu Thang - Dc Talk

Title: Nu Thang
Album: Nu Thang
Artist: Dc Talk
Composer(s): Kevin Max Smith, Toby Mc Keehan, Michael Tait, Joel Dobbins

Lyric:
Ya know He's doin' it
God is doin' a nu thang
Ya know He's doin' it
God is doin' a nu thang

Ya know He's doin' it
God is doin' a nu thang
Ya know He's doin' it
God is doin' a nu thang

My God is doin' a brand nu thang
But, since time began, He remains the same
Faithful, forever to His word
And solid, a cornerstone unstirred

But, look down through the ages and you will find
God doesn't change, but He knows the time
From harp to piano, and song to rap
Ya know, God's wit' us, so we can not lack and so

God is doin' a nu thang
In our lives so
We're doin' a nu thang
Through Jesus Christ

God is doin' a nu thang
Through our music
We're doin' a nu thang
So He can use it

God's usin' this music and we're comin' strong
DC Talkin', often singin' a song
To make ya think twice 'bout the way thatcha live
And, let ya know Christ is the one that'll give

Peace in ya heart, a nu start
Call on the Lord and He'll do His part
A brand nu thang to ya raggedy walk
He might just match it up to that big ol' talk

God is doin' a nu thang
In our lives so
We're doin' a nu thang
Through Jesus Christ

God is doin' a nu thang
Through our music
We're doin' a nu thang

Ya know He's doin' it
God is doin' a nu thang
Ya know He's doin' it
God is doin' a nu thang

Ya know He's doin' it
God is doin' a nu thang
Ya know He's doin' it
God is doin' a nu thang

Like an MC, I'm here to boast
I rap about Christ, yo here's a dose
So loud and proud of the God I serve
Try to say He ain't wit' it, huh, ya got nerve

Christ is the reason for DC Talk
He's the focus of our daily walk, y'all
Without Him, we ain't nothin' but names
But through God, we're doin' brand nu thangs

God is doin' a nu thang
In our lives so
We're doin' a nu thang
Through Jesus Christ

God is doin' a nu thang
Through our music
We're doin' a nu thang
So He can use it

God is doin' a nu thang
We're doin' a nu thang
God is doin' a nu thang
We're doin' a nu thang

God is doin' a nu thang
We're doin' a nu thang
God is doin' a nu thang
We're doin' a nu thang

God is doin' a nu thang
We're doin' a nu thang
God is doin' a nu thang
We're doin' a nu thang

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Open Your Eyes - Lyrics - Live - Guano Apes

Title: Open Your Eyes
Album: Live
Artist: Guano Apes
Composer(s): Dennis Poschwatta, Henning Ruemenapp, Sandra Nasic, Stefan Ude

Lyric:
[Incomprehensible]

Have you ever been for sale?
When your isms get smart
Oh selfish and mindless
With that comment in your eye

Do you think that you are hard?
Really harder than the other
Man you're acting cold
If you're not in charge

Don't split your mentality
Without thinking twice
Your voice got no reason
Now is the time to face your lies

Open your eyes, open your mind
Proud like a God don't pretend to be blind
Trapped in yourself, break out instead
Beat that machine which goes in your head

Will you offer me some tricks
If I ever need them?
Would you go into that room
So if I call 'em?

Do you think that you are better
Really better than the rest?
You realize there's just one problem
I know that you can give your best

Have you ever had a dream?
Or is life just a trip?
A trip without chances
A chance to grow up quick

Open your eyes, open your mind
Proud like a God don't pretend to be blind
Trapped in yourself, break out instead
Beat the machine [Incomprehensible]

[Incomprehensible]

Open your eyes, open your mind
Proud like a God don't pretend to be blind
Trapped in yourself, break out instead
Beat the machine that goes in your forehead
Your head, your head, your head

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I'M Black &Amp; I'M Proud - Lyrics - Brand Nubian

Title: I'M Black &Amp; I'M Proud
Artist: Brand Nubian
Composer(s): J Brown, L Dechalus, W Dixon, A Ellis, K Jones, D Murphy

Lyric:
Uhh, uh huh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh huh, come on, check it out, check it out, what?
Brand nubian I'm black and I'm proud
Uh, like that, like that, what? say it loud I'm black and I'm proud
Come on, come on, come on, come on say it loud

We made men in this world, digging for bones
The untraceable ones come with no clones
100 Years from now y'all can still get this bomb
On the brand nubian dot com
My name should be mentioned with the portier, not the gualtier
Although it smell good, I still get mad at rosewood
A nubian card member since that faithful december
In the 80 years, from tears to cheers, things we did should be listed in a
Pyramid, studied by a little kid
Talked about by old jacks with slacks
Can I move the black is my first and foremost
Can I get a little land for me and mine?
Grow vegetables, maybe make a little wine
Build with the gods and the bright sunshine
Before we save others we gotta save our own kind

I'm black and I'm proud say it loud I'm black and I'm proud
Say it loud I'm black and I'm proud say it loud I'm black and
I'm proud
Say it loud

Now did you know it was you who was first to walk the earth
Gave birth to the universe, uh
Afflicted with the curse of the slave
Predicted to inherit the earth in the last days
Now as we take you home, what we make our own
It's written in stone like commandments
Read them every now and then or when you get the chance
Catch a glance through the power lens, see if you could see us advance
G-o-d in the dance, reporting freelance
Fought for a chance, got you hanging by the seat of your pants
Our immediate stance when we came to the game
Was completely advanced so no one sounds the same
7 And one-half ounces of brain
When we around make sure you bow down to the king
Brand nubian style is how we do our thing
So if you feel good, real good
Scream it out loud if you black and you proud

I'm black and I'm proud say it loud I'm black and I'm proud
Say it loud I'm black and I'm proud say it loud I'm black and
I'm proud
Say it loud

Feel me now, check my style
A brother's resume run longer than the nile
Justice cipher born to teach man, woman and child
In the land of the lost where my people went foul
Do the knowledge, black, look at the way that we act
Smoking crack or each other with the gat
The only race of people who kill self like that
I deal with actual facts to keep my mind on track
I love y'all that's why I say these things
Watch me transform chickenheads to queens
Rhymes full of protein like rice and beans
Brand nubian cats here to change all that
The maker, the owner, the cream of the earth
Proud to be black because the black man's first
My flow frequency is at a million megahertz
So when I spit my verbals I'm heard around the universe (yeah, yeah, yeah)
So don't front, say it loud, I'm black and I'm proud

I'm black and I'm proud say it loud I'm black and I'm proud
Say it loud I'm black and I'm proud say it loud I'm black and
I'm proud
Say it loud

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Hey God - Lyrics - These Days - Bon Jovi

Title: Hey God
Album: These Days
Artist: Bon Jovi
Composer(s): Jon Bon Jovi, Richard S Sambora

Lyric:
{Ok ready, just about, let's go}

Hey God, just a little man I got a wife and family
But I almost lost my house, I bought into the dream
We're barely holdin' on, when I'm in a way to deep
We're two paychecks away from livin' out on the streets

She's a workin' single Mom, like a Saint she don't complain
She never says a word, but she thinks that she's to blame
Her son just got convicted, he blew some cop away
She did her best to raise him, but the world got in the way

Hey God, tell me what the hell is going on
It seems like all the good shit's gone
It keeps on getting harder hangin' on
But hey hey hey hey God
Did not to know want to scream
These days you've even harder to believe
I know how busy you must be but, hey hey hey God
Do you ever think about me?

Born to the Ghetto 1991, just a happy child
Playin' beneath the summer sun
Vacant lots' his playground, by twelve he's got a gun
The odds are bet against him, junior don't make twenty-one

Hey God, tell me what the hell is goin' on
It seems like all the good shit's gone
It keeps on getting harder hangin' on
Hey hey hey hey God
Did not to know want to scream
These days you've even harder to believe
I know how busy you must be, hey hey hey God
Do you ever think about me?

I'd get down on my knees
I'm goin' to try this thing your way
I h've seen a dyin' man too proud to beg, spit on his own grave
Was he too gone to save?
Or did you even know his name?
Are you the one to blame? Ha I got something to say

Hey God, tell me what the hell is goin' on
It seems like all the good shit's gone
It keeps on getting harder hangin' on
Hey, hey, hey, hey God
Did not to know want to scream
These days you've even harder to believe
I know how busy you must be, hey hey hey God
Do you ever think about me?
Do you ever think about me?

Oh hey God, hey God do you think about me?
Do you ever think about me?
Hey hey hey hey God
Hey God, hey God do you think about me?

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Do It Now - Lyrics - Black On Both Sides - Mos Def

Title: Do It Now
Album: Black On Both Sides
Artist: Mos Def
Composer(s): A Dillon, Dante Smith, Trevor Smith

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Lyric:
Back up, back up, back up, back up
Back up, back up, back up, back up
Ease off, this goes out to all area crew
(Yes, yes)

To my BK crew
(Ooh, ooh, wee)
To my QB crew, my LI crew
My Shaolin crew

My Dirty South crew
(What cha'll niggaz about the Dirty South?)
Atlanta, North Cakalak'
For all my fam, all area crew
(Aow)
Yeah, mon

Yes, the first cut should be the deepest
To penetrate beyond the muscle wall's inner regions
First you was icin' me, connect with the starin' at the speakers
Heard the rhyme, head high, what ya starin' at ya sneakers

You shy now, got a lot of things on your mind now
You don't feel fly now, you huntin' the exit sign down
Fuck what you heard, 'cause I snatch the grapevine down
(Yeah, yeah)
Don't understand how I ran the line down, rewind now

Yo, we be the most magnetic, so athletic
Leave your peeps on the side so they can
Watch you and your mans get it

Take the arch rivalry stance up on the podium
And give the flavor to niggaz, but keep it low on sodium
Posess shit that got you wonderin' how we holdin' 'em
Things that'll lay you out like a piece of linoleum

Bring whoever you want
We bout to bug son and bounce
Down to Henry Hudson
After I bust one

Yo, Mos Def
Alright, okay
How you feel?
Feelin' great
Whatcha want?
I wan' do it to death, whassup wit you?

You know my steez
True indeed
Say it loud
Black and proud
Ain't no time to hesitate at the gate
Do it now

Bus-a-Bus, what-a-gwan?
How you feel?
Feelin' great
Whatchu want?
I wanna do it to death, whattup wit you?

You know my steez
True indeed
Say it loud
Black and proud
Ain't no time to hesitate at the gate
Do it now

Hay dios mio, me and Bustarimo es peligro
The hottest negroes en Los Estados Unidos
Hotter than Reno when discovered by Bugsy Siegal
I'm black like Don Cheadle, shoutin' power to the people

My rhymes dipping like the lifeline on the e-boat
The raw sugar cane, NutraSweet, never Equal
If you in a Benzito or your mother's Buick Regal
I get up like Chino shoutin' power to the people

Yo, me and the Mighty Mos shine like a light post
Live nigga shit be straight fuckin' up the white folks
That's why they with it now, because niggaz like me and you
We did it now, brought it to that level so they get it now

We graduated, saturated the game now
Infatuated with the fame, now let me explain how
We doin' this, at any time or any place ready willin' and able
Let's get the dough secure the food on the table

Ay, Mos Def
Oh my God
How you feel?
I'm feelin' great
Whatcha want?
Wanna do it to death, whassup wit you?

You know my steez
True indeed
Say it loud
Black and proud
Ain't no time to hesitate at the gate
Do it now

Bus-a-Bus, rhymes galore
What the deal?
Feelin' great
Whatchu want?
Wanna do it to death, whattup wit you?

You know my steez
True indeed
Say it loud
Black and proud
Ain't no time to hesitate at the gate
Do it now

From east, west, north and south, I got joints for all of those
Heavy aquatic water flows, keep them on they toes
Tell them thugs that wanna be CEO's to be derobed
'Fore I wear your little dumb ass out like Easter clothes

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
It's like a freak show, soon as my heat blow
Sometime I speak slow so people understand my street flow
And while we keep it hot, we got the most shine up in
This whole shit, me and Mos spit and blow the show quick

Watch owt, your pussy sound get bucked Souf
Mos 'n Bussa Rhymes too bad man-a-shutout
Watch owt, give a damn whut fancy car ya hop owt
Shut down your game like da NBA lockout

Ya betta watch owt, I'm 'bout to black on niggaz
Like I'm blowin' on a sax, blowin' my gats on niggaz
Blowin' my raps on niggaz, now let me mash out
We fatter than the biggest ass chicks pokin', they ass out

Hey, Mos Def
Magnetism
How you feel?
Feelin' great
Whatcha want?
I wan' do it to death, whassup wit you?

You know my steez
True indeed
Say it loud
Black and proud
Ain't no time to hesitate at the gate
Do it now

Bus-a-Bus, woo, hah
How you feel?
Feelin' great
Whatchu want?
I wanna do it to death, whattup wit you?

You know my steez
True indeed
Say it loud
Black and proud
Ain't no time to hesitate at the gate
Do it now

What, what, we got to do it, do it
We got to do it, do it, make me do it, do it
What, what, what, what, we got to do it, do it
Make me do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it now

What, what, we got to do it, do it
Do we do it, do it, do it, ah, do it now
What, what, we got to do it, do it
Got to do it, do it
Do it now, aow

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I'M Black - Lyrics - Time Is Money - Styles P

Title: I'M Black
Album: Time Is Money
Artist: Styles P
Composer(s): David Styles, Marsha Ambrosius, Alan Maman

Lyric:
I'm black, whether I'm poor or rich
Or rich or poor though it's all the same shit
I'm black even though my skin's kind of light
That mean my ancestors was raped by somebody white
I'm black so I like to sing, dance and crack jokes
Eat good food and be around black folks
I'm black so I like the oldies on Sundays
Drink all night and still go to work Monday

I'm black so I like my kids lookin' real nice
'Cause I been poor and I know what it feels like
I'm black and I'ma say it loud like James Brown
People be proud 'cause we all up in the game now
I'm black and I'ma hold my right fist real high
Might see my man and we might get real high
I'm black and I know it and I ain't afraid to show it
I'm black and I'ma genius and a motherfuckin' poet, you know it

So proud to be just who I am, so proud to say that I'm me
So proud to be just who I am, so proud to be so free
I'm black, so proud to say that I made it
I'm black through all of the struggle and the hatred
I'm black and I'm not afraid to say it
I'm black, baby [Incomprehensible] over, say it again, yeah

I'm black, so I got a heart full of bravery
Do it for my peoples that went through slavery
I'm black, so you know I'm young good in sports
Ninety percent chance, I get hung in the court
I'm black, don't you be scared of me Mister
'Cause you don't really seemed to be scared of my sister
I'm black and I could ride first class too
Or buy an exotic car and might mirk pass you

I'm black and I don't need a tan in the winter
Mind strong and powerful, non-cipher can't enter
I'm black and I don't need jewelry to shine
Look at my skin color it's like the jewelry is blind
I'm black, they focus on the negative attention
Do something positive it never get mentioned
I'm black, listen it's a fact
Original man that wouldn't change it if I could and that's that

Yeah, yeah, so proud to be just who I am, so proud to say that I'm me
So proud to be just who I am, so proud to be so free
I'm black, so proud to say that I made it
I'm black through all of the struggle and the hatred
I'm black and I'm not afraid to say it
I'm black, I'm black, I'm black, oh, yeah yeah

I'm black even with a caramel complexion
Look in the mirror see Malcolm and Martin in reflection
I'm black just like the Panthers lookin' for an answer
This prejudice shit is like cancer
I'm black, look at my eyes the wool can't get pulled over
Look at my cars they stay gettin' pulled over
I'm black, meanin' Public Enemy's number one
Government lookin' in the hood sendin' in the guns

I'm black, I grew up off 'The Good Times Show'
Drink liquor and some weed let the good times roll
I'm black, I live for my wife and my seeds
And my mind with a find only God could exceed
I'm black, I got to show my homeboys love
First thing we learned in the hood was homeboy love
I'm black and I'm that if I ain't nothin' else
I'm black, I'm beautiful I love myself

Love myself, yeah
So proud to be just who I am, so proud to say that I'm me
So proud to be just who I am, so proud to be so free
I'm black, so proud to say that I made it
I'm black through all of the struggle and the hatred
I'm black and I'm not afraid to say it
I'm black, I'm black, I'm black, yeah

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Ether - Lyrics - Stillmatic - Nas

Title: Ether
Album: Stillmatic
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Rondell Turner, Nasir Jones

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Lyric:
Fuck Jay-Z
What's up niggas, ay yo
I know you ain't talkin' 'bout me dog
You, what? Fuck Jay-Z
You been on my dick nigga
You love my style, nigga
Fuck Jay-Z"

(I)
Fuck with your soul like ether
(Will)
Teach you the king you know you
(Not)
"God's son", across the belly
(Lose)
I prove you lost already

Brace yourself for the main event
Y'all impatiently waitin'
It's like an AIDS test, what's the results?
Not positive, who's the best? Pac, Nas and Big

Ain't no best, East, West, North, South, flossed out, greedy
I embrace y'all with napalm
Blows up, no guts, left chest, face gone
How could Nas be garbage?
Semi-autos at your cartilage

Burner at the side of your dome, come outta my throne
I got this, locked since '9-1
I am the truest, name a rapper that I ain't influenced
Gave y'all chapters but now I keep my eyes on the Judas
With Hawaiian' Sophie fame, kept my name in his music, check it

(I)
Fuck with your soul like ether
(Will)
Teach you the king you know you
(Not)
"God's son", across the belly
(Lose)
I prove you lost already

Ay yo, pass me the weed
Pour my ashes out on these niggas man
(No doubt)
Ay, y'all faggots, y'all kneel
And kiss the fuckin' ring

(I)
Fuck with your soul like ether
(Will)
Teach you the king you know you
(Not)
"God's son", across the belly
(Lose)
I prove you lost already

I've been fucked over, left for dead, dissed and forgotten
Luck ran out, they hoped that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten
Y'all just piss on me, shit on me, spit on my grave
Talk about me, laugh behind my back but in my face

Y'all some "Well wishers", friendly actin', envy hidin' snakes
With your hands out for my money, man, how much can I take?
When these streets keep callin', heard it when I was sleep
That this Gay-Z and Cockafella Records wanted beef

Started cockin' up my weapon, slowly loadin' up this ammo
To explode it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can handle
This for dolo and it's manuscript, just sound stupid
When KRS already made an album called Blueprint

First, Biggie's ya man, then you got the nerve
To say that you better than Big
Dick suckin' lips, won't you let the late, great veteran live
(I will not lose)
"God's son" across the belly, I prove you lost already
The king is back, where my crown at?
(Ill Will)
Ill Will rest in peace, let's do it niggas

(I)
Fuck with your soul like ether
(Will)
Teach you the king you know you
(Not)
"God's son", across the belly
(Lose)
I prove you lost already

Y'all niggas deal with emotions like bitches
What's sad is I love you 'cause you're my brother
You traded your soul for riches
My child, I've watched you grow up to be famous

And now I smile like a proud dad, watchin' his only son that made it
You seem to be only concerned with dissin' women
Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, they called you ugly?
Well, life is hard, hug me, don't reject me

Or make records to disrespect me, blatant or indirectly
In '88 you was gettin' chased through your buildin'
Callin' my crib and I ain't even give you my numbers
All I did was gave you a style for you to run with

Smilin' in my face, glad to break bread with the God
Wearin' Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no cars
No jail bars Jigga, no pies, no case
Just Hawaiian shirts, hangin' with little Chase

You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a Stan
I still whip your ass, you thirty-six in a karate class
You Tae-bo hoe, tryna' work it out, you tryna' get brolic?
Ask me if I'm tryna' kick knowledge

Nah, I'm tryna' kick the shit you need to learn though
That ether, that shit that make your soul burn slow
Is he Dame Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame Dummy?
Oh, I get it, you Biggie and he's Puffy

Rockafeller died of AIDS, that was the end of his chapter
And that's the guy y'all chose to name your company after?
Put it together, I rock hoes, y'all rock fellas
And now y'all try to take my spot, fellas?

Philly's hot rock fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellas
In a pine box with nine shots from my glock, fellas
Foxy got you hot 'cause you kept your face in her puss
What you think, you gettin' girls now 'cause of your looks?

Negro please, you no mustache havin', with whiskers like a rat
Compared to Beans you wack
And your man stabbed Un and made you take the blame
You ass, went from Jaz to hangin' with Caine, to Herb, to Big

And, Eminem murdered you on your own shit
You a dick-ridin' faggot, you love the attention
Queens niggas run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons
Ha, R O C get gunned up and clapped quick

J.J. Evans get gunned up and clapped quick
Your whole damn record label gunned up and clapped quick
Shaun Carter to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz dick
So little shorty's gettin' gunned up and clapped quick

How much of Biggie's rhymes is gon' come out your fat lips?
Wanted to be on every last one of my classics
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, just ask Kiss

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The Hidden Hand - Lyrics - Don Cartagena - Fat Joe

Title: The Hidden Hand
Album: Don Cartagena
Artist: Fat Joe
Composer(s): J Eaddy, Samuel Garcia, Christopher Rios, F Delgado, Joseph Cartagena, A Blagmon, R Perez

Lyric:
Yeah, time to educate the youth
(Speak on it God)
'Cause if we won't, then who will?
(True)
Terror Squad style, yo
(Speak on it God)

Yo, I was a wild adolescent, blessed with the foul essence
Messin' around with the wrong crowd, I learned my lesson
Stressin' all the things that I have not
I pray to God I get my uncle out the crack spot

I hear mad shots, homicide come and play Mat lock
But never crack the case cause the defendant's a bad cop
You feel me fam? The devil's got a plan
That's why Farrakhan formed a Million Man up in Washington

The Hidden Hand even planned this man
Have me goin' hand to hand, killin' my own clan
But now I understand and see the big picture
Fuck cryin' about the struggle, I teach you how to get richer

Shit is a hassle in this rotten apple, kids robbin', coppin' capsules
Rockin' tattoos, boppin' with ankles locked in shackles
Got the cops joggin' at you, spittin' rounds of clips, they down wit it
New clowns'll make you feel as if the Bill of Rights is counterfeit

Now it's been written that all men are equal but then it's legal
When they beat us and treat us as if we're different people
We go for delf, fuck the cop's health
I'd rather drop shelf and let off shots until my Glock melts
'Cause God dealt us a helpless hand, they made us sell this land

So the palest man could build a selfish plan
You know we can't trust the government, cause Uncle Sam is smugglin'
Drugs for us to hustle all the stuff for him
Even McGruff is in it, gettin' a percentage
Takin' advantage, punishin' just blacks and Hispanics

My heart is cold as ice, so I know I'm sheist, Big Pun was the kid
that no one liked, my whole life, is one big roll of the dice
Payin' a price twice as expensive as white kids
Destined for Riker's not knowin' my existence was priceless

It's like this, my soul was lifeless, I earned stripes
Fightin' the nicest in the crisis I slice 'em in half and make 'em dash
Like hyphens, invitin' any rapper to clash with the Titan
The writing's like fighting 'cause rappers be biting like Tyson
I'm hypein' the crowd, keepin' 'em loud like my label

I'm proud I'm able to lift from the bowels of the ghetto
I found me a little sanity inside a career and a family
No more wars and renderin' tears to insanity
So keep the salary and tear the mic 'cause I love it
There's my life, you judge it, fuck it Seis, I don't want it

I'm a Dominican, stranded in New York like Filligan
Don't wanna get locked up in the pen again
But here they come, the faggots and cuffs, searchin' for guns
Turnin' they ride on the side of the curb to see who runs

They authorize the beast to walk the streets holdin' heat
Four deep, we puff production, my cheek, you know my steez
Fuck the police, usin' probable cause to break laws
Behind the badge you try to cover up your racial war
I got somethin' for you boys in blue

The system poisoned you, blew your cover, now what you supposed to do?
I never let the faggot pull the trig first
It won't be no American flag over my hearse
What's worse, you know they disperse for bucks
So take caution in the streets cause our protection sucks

This dude, he had the darkest pads, who dressed up in the heart of brash
Forever talkin' trash, how he stacked niggaz to almanac
Gunshots to corner four police informants
Stood like he modeled the latest fashions, sidewalk sideshow performance

He raised the pull of grace, a razor blew his face
Force calm the sere plus a pack of the dunga dun laced with toothpaste
Life ain't to be gambled son, you could get trampled
By people that act more like animals than mammals high off enamel

That's what his poppa said whose locked for droppin' Akmed
In the candy store robbery probably to get his veins fed
He ain't listen, he became a brain dead cocaine head
Older Mexicans knew, they killed him eatin' bagualitos
But hey, little kids, don't follow these dopes

What? Uh-huh, yeah, I can dig that
They call me Prospect, I just came back from?
Had this track on pause, now I'm back on course
It's lost on the Ave, tryin' to take my life from the past

Get this legal cash, without dad
Kinda sad how he got dragged down to negativity
Only if he had one love, trust for liberty
This world would be a better place, get what it takes

In a race to racism replace the snake in em
Bad ones, want to spend lives and discriminate
I'm tryin' to keep this positive vibe, and from that
I generate to the top, like Puffy won't stop

I'm mature now, with one knot, from tryin' to get locked
And to the shorties on the block, tryin' to twist 40 tops
Get your act together, do some carpentry with a Black n Decker
And stop speedin' like a Kawasaki
From my life, to your life, I'm touchin' everybody Twinz watch me

Everything we speak is the truth
From Prospect to Munroe, here in a hot second
The whole world run know, everything we speak is the truth
Terror Squad

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You Never Met A Motherfucker Quite Like Me - Lyrics - Cocky - Kid Rock

Title: You Never Met A Motherfucker Quite Like Me
Album: Cocky
Artist: Kid Rock
Composer(s): Robert Ritchie, Allen Collins, Ronald Vanzant

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Lyric:
Yep

I've been on the cover of the Rolling Stone
I met the president when I was half stoned
I've been so high I've gotten confused
I been beat down, broke and used, motherfucker

I drank with Hank, talked blues with Billy
Rocked with Run, sang with Shotgun Willy
Went from small time Philly to big time Bobby
From three day old chili to Saki with Wosabi

I'm home, hey, I'm home
You never met a motherfucker quite like me
Not like me, dida, dada, like me, hey, like me

No more bein' poured drink specials at winners
Or being ignored by the think straight sinners
I used to smoke pinners while my moms made dinner
Now I smoke bombs and rock with Lynyrd Skynyrd

No beginners here, I'm a seasoned vet
Educated on jazz by my man Amed
Heard again my friend I been the world and back
But I'm Michigan boy can you feel that

And I'm home
You never met a motherfucker quite like me
Not like me, god damn like me, hey, hey, like me

Never thought I'd go as far in life as this
Never made par and I could give two shits
Never wanted sell cars, 'cause my dad was a dick
Never wanted a guitar till I heard a lick like this

And from the depths of dixie to my northern spots
You know it's time to rock when ole glory drops

I pimp through town with the top laid back
Black hat, fine blonde, cold pabst in my lap
I'll adapt to any and all situations
That's why they call me the pimp of the nation

And hey bitch, you best believe
I live in the woods not your world of greed
Might, a little weed might a little, yeah
I'm so proud to be living in the U.S.A.

You've never met a motherfucker quite like me
Hey, hey, like me, da, di da da stay like me
Hey, hey, hey, like me

You ain't ever met and you ain't never going meet
You never met a, never met a, never, never, never
Never met a motherfucker quite like me
You ain't never met a mother like me

Hey, you ain't never, never, never, never
Never met someone like me
(Hey, hey)
Never met like me
(Hey hey)

(Dude, hey)
Never met a mother like me
(Come on, hey)

And you never and you never gonna
(Hey come on already)
You never, never gonna, you'll never meet
(Stop)

What?
Dude, there's just more to life that just you

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Crossing The Deadline - Lyrics - Proud Like A God - Guano Apes

Title: Crossing The Deadline
Album: Proud Like A God
Artist: Guano Apes
Composer(s): Dennis Poschwatta, Henning Ruemenapp, Sandra Nasic, Stefan Ude

Lyric:
Don't, don't, don't

The sand, the sand it covers the land
It's just a victim you didn't stop it
High noon and the walk brings the storm with it
Born to it or lay on it

Day on day, night on night
With the thrill of a kid on my side
I will survive as long as this trip will go
With my soul

I search for water you need the cold
Bring me some bubbles and a crown of gold
Crossing the deadline befor it's too late
The finger snaps to the center of anger, wait

I search for water you need the cold
Bring me some bubbles and a crown of gold
Crossing the deadline befor it's too late
The finger snaps to the center of anger, wait

Cross the line you will suffer
(No bridge, just one step)
Cross the line you will suffer
(No bridge, no way back)
Cross the line you will suffer
(Better give up, better stand up)
Cross the line you will suffer
(Better give up, better shut up)

So where's the mountain
I can't reach the top of this world

One, two, three, four

The man, the man it covers the land
It's just a victim you didn't stop it
High noon and the walk brings the storm with it
Born to it or lay on it

Day on day, night on night
With the thrill of a kid on my side
I will survive as long as this trip will go
With my soul

I search for water you need the cold
Bring me some bubbles and a crown of gold
Crossing the deadline befor it's too late
The finger snaps to the center of anger, wait

I search for water you need the cold
Bring me some bubbles and a crown of gold
Crossing the deadline befor it's too late
The finger snaps to the center of anger, wait

Cross the line you will suffer
(No bridge, just one step)
Cross the line you will suffer
(No bridge, no way back)

So where's the mountain
I can't reach the top of this world

Cross the line you will suffer
(Better give up, better shut up)
Cross the line you will suffer
(Better give up, better shut up)

So where's the mountain

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Get Busy - Lyrics - Proud Like A God - Guano Apes

Title: Get Busy
Album: Proud Like A God
Artist: Guano Apes
Composer(s): Dennis Poschwatta, Henning Ruemenapp, Sandra Nasic, Stefan Ude

Lyric:
What I am, what I am getting older?
What I need is a man by my shoulder
What I am? What you are?
Alright I'm sick of your lying there

Look at me, look at me growing colder
Everyday, I get a little bolder
What I am? What you are?
Alright I'm sick of your lying there

And when you lie there
Why must I lie there?
And when you lie there
Why must I lie there?

Why am I, why am I feeling stronger?
Now the day and the nights getting longer
What I am? What you are?
Alright I'm sick of your lying there

And when you lie there
Why must I lie there?
And when you lie there
Why must I lie there?

And when you lie there
Why must I lie there?
And when you lie there
Why must I?

But I try to survive in a whores dress
Something I'm getting out there keeps me God blessed
My mother told me, priest just told me
Too fast and you'll spend your whole life paying out

My brother's getting sicker, sicker
While my pretty sister sits there bitchin' about her figure
Time to move and get away, get away
And open up to your freedom today

And when you lie there
Why must I lie there?
And when you lie there
Why must I lie there?

And when you lie there
Why must I lie there?
And when you lie there
Why must I lie there?

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You'Ve Been Like A Mother To Me - Lyrics - The Statler Brothers

Title: You'Ve Been Like A Mother To Me
Artist: The Statler Brothers
Composer(s): Don Reid

Lyric:
She's seen me through lots of troubles
She's stayed up nights so I could sleep
She's given me more than comfort
She's given me something I can keep

I love her and I need her
And I want to be with her all the time
I'd fight just to keep her
And I'd die if I thought she wasn't mine

I love her every morning
Thank God for her every night
I worship the ground she stands on
And I stand on the ground, she'll be alright

When you need me, you know I'll be there
'Cause you've always been there for me
America, God knows I love you
'Cause you?ve been like a mother to me

America, we've been through troubles
And we'll make it again, just wait and see
America, God knows I love you
'Cause you?ve been like a mother to me

America, stand up and show it
That you're proud of the red, white and blue
You love her and you know it
'Cause she's been like a mother to you

America, stand up and show it
That you're proud of the red, white and blue
You love her and you know it
'Cause she's been like a mother to you

'Cause she's been like a mother to you
America

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Never Born - Lyrics - Proud Like A God - Guano Apes

Title: Never Born
Album: Proud Like A God
Artist: Guano Apes
Composer(s): Dennis Poschwatta, Henning Ruemenapp, Sandra Nasic, Stefan Ude

Lyric:
Love is like a shelter
Brings me through the storm
Life is full of anger

Maybe I'm dead again now
Maybe there's life in me
So much stronger than the world give it to me

Here's the deal, leave it or not
What a surprise, your baby's unborn

Nothin' else is deeper
Nothin' else is good
No one cares about the blood in you

I see you through that all
I feel you through the wall
And I save my child and I save

I in me and you are here now
Hold it, save it, never let me down again
I in me and you are here now
Hold it, save it, never let me down again
I in me and you are here now
Hold it, save it, never let me down again
I in me and you are here now
Hold it, save it, leave me alone now

I don't feel the darkness
Don't feel anything
Pressure's lost and pressure's good with you

Don't move, don't hide secrets
Play hard, play it alone
Move the soul without your own control

I see you through that all
I feel you through the wall
And I save my child and I save

I in me and you are here now
Hold it, save it, never let me down again
I in me and you are here now
Hold it, save it, never let me down again
I in me and you are here now
Hold it, save it, never let me down again
I in me and you are here now
Hold it, save it, leave me away, away, away, away
Aah, never let me down

What'cha sayin', what'cha sayin', what'cha sayin'
So watch again, watch again, watch again
So why you're here, why you're here, why you're here, why you're here
No one cares, no one, no one, no one, no one cares
No one, no one, no one, no one cares
No one, no one, no one, no one, no one, no one, no one really cares

I in me and you are here now
Hold it, save it, never let me down again
I in me and you are here now
Hold it, save it, never let me down again
I in me and you are here now
Hold it, save it, never let me down again
I in me and you are here now
Hold it, save it, leave me away, away, away, away

What'cha sayin', what'cha sayin', what'cha sayin'
What'cha sayin', what'cha sayin', what'cha sayin'

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Mind Of A Souljah - Lyrics - Art Of War - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Mind Of A Souljah
Album: Art Of War
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Steven Howse, Tim Middleton

Lyric:
It's all about Mo Trues Humbly United Gathering Souls
Babi Boi, my angel, daddy'll meet you at the Crossroads
(Crossroads)

Babi Boi

Mind of a souljah, mind of a souljah, release and feel me

Everybody by now should know my label, my thugsta
These things guidin' your struggles
All it is, is about this hustle, whatever it takes to piece this puzzle
Why declare war on these fakers and haters eliminate us, traitors?

These are the days of our lives
(Lives)
Do or die
(That died to Boo, he go bye)
Whom die they lie in the face of our society
Try at of every attempt to quiet me
I got a nation that's down to ride with me

Here's the deal, can I get a witness?
It's deeper than survival
Who am I? My brother's keeper?
Yeah, I be clutchin' on my Bible, willing to die

The wicked is near me
Dearly departed but nobody hears me
Is we all gon' fall in misery?
It's so serious, it bring tears to me

Ears to the street, like a drum to the beat
Creepin' up my block
I'm already knowin' a nigga wanna do me
So I stay strapped
(Don't pose for the cop)

Crooked cops, they gonna harass me
Ask me the same ol' bullshit questions
Knowin' I'm a thug with bud for days
Keepin' a pistol in my possession

But a thuggish ruggish soldier like myself gon' move on
And prevail, avoid jail, collect my mill with my Bones, splittin' domes
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on
Come on, don't make me hurt ya

Come on, come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on, come on, all about that bloody murder
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on
Come on, make a move and I'll have to hurt ya

Come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, all about that bloody murder

Baby Boi

Mind of a souljah, mind of a souljah, release and feel me

Still to this day, it's a struggle
Addicted to trouble, we never goin' change
Mom made us thugs, see
Soldiers, I think we must be to O.G. [unverified] loves thee

Mama plead my family tree never helped a mother come up
Seen it was hard tryin' to bring her sons up, they dwelled on the worse
And ate nothin' for done up, comin' up, made it, eternal
If I struggle, thank God

I'm a count my blessin'
Trouble but never no stressin', just called it a lesson
'Cause life will be runnin' that test and better off in a cell

See a nigga walkin' the streets
And they label us foolish children
'Cause I always knew this
While the rest of my days I be livin' in Ruthless

Fuck what you're thinkin', law, my Judge is up heaven
Look at my stomach and see the 7
Even scales is how I'm bailin'
Rebellin', tellin' y'all nothin' but a soldier tells

Critic can kiss my ass
I might go to thinkin' about my past
Get mad, I reach in my stash and blast

Fuck all y'all that treated a nigga like we wasn't shit
And soon as we hit, now what do we get?
These fake-ass niggas tryin' to get in our click, all on our dick

But you can miss me, actin' phony in my presence, love it or leave it
You can't believe it, it ain't that season, get to steppin', hater
Only Mo Thug allowed, say it loud, Mo Thug and I'm proud
Mo Thug and I'm proud, loud, proud, loud, proud

Baby Boi

Mind of a souljah, mind of a souljah, release and feel me

Better watch for the nightfall when them come
Better watch out for the night stormers
No light's in sight when them run but then once we warn ya
Caught ya slippin' up out of your game, playa

Wasteland soldier, see what we facin'
Chasin' po-po on the hood like Jason
Casin' your set, fin to blow your station instantly
Fin to be World War 3 if ya fuck with my family, try to test the men

And we single-handedly take over your mind and the rest of the planet
See, I'll be damned if we surrender, agenda's still no pretender
Put it all down, make 'em all remember

Deep in hell is where I'll send ya
Welcome to the land of more indo
We smoke, we choke, you know we blaze
Break out any cup with the pipe, what's up?
Parlay, come around my way

Lay keep it real, keep it real
Peace be still, time after time
Can't forget that money, man, that money, man
Mo' money be on mind, bottom line

Baby Boi

Mind of a souljah, mind of a souljah, release and feel me

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U Can Be Touched - Lyrics - Still I Rise (with Outlawz) - 2pac

Title: U Can Be Touched
Album: Still I Rise (with Outlawz)
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Mutah W Beale, Rufus Cooper, Katari Cox, Yafeu Fula, Malcolm Grenidge, Johnny Jackson, Tupac Shakur, Bruce Washington

Lyric:
Life
What the fuck is life for niggaz like us?
Been wakin' up to another muthafuckin' day
I'm the type of soldier
A nigga that seen
Everythin' in my muthafuckin' eyes
I seen my parents get killed
To my muthafuckin' eyes

I seen my brother kill his self in my eyes
I seen pac yak die in the struggle in my eyes
So I know anybody can be touched
You know what I mean?

Oh God forgive me
Somebody please say a prayer for me
Needed my parents
But they was never there for me
Believe in everything they feed me
I'm seeing demons
I wake up screaming
Who believe me or was I dreaming?

Five fingers on the 45 chrome
Dead aim at my brain, infared with no lights on
I ain't afraid to die, I want to see what's after this
I'm living blind writing rhymes
'Til they capture this
And if we die let the world understand why
Soldier my eyes hate to see a young thug cry
They seeing us inside a casket

That's how they see us
Oh God forgive us ghetto bastards
We human beings
They leaving us inside this hell hole
Just waiting to fail so they tell us
That's what jail for
Adolescence young teens turned violent
It's floating, in a world turned silent
'Cause you could be touched

Young niggaz in the wild life
Criminal mind of a juvenile still live a child life
Thinking he can make his pay
Too in a rush, niggaz better slow down
'Cause you can be touched

Young niggaz in the wild life
Criminal mind of a juvenile still live a child life
Thinking he can make his pay
Too in a rush, niggaz better slow down
'Cause you can be touched

I live life at high speed
Moving a million miles per hour
Towards my destiny
Making decisions carelessly
Yeah it's me, yo nigga man child
Bomb first stand proud
Ain't looking for hand-outs
Twenty-five years up in this bitch

And I'll be damned if I ain't leaving rich
And leave my kids a grip
I let my blood drip off in this thug shit
You can be touched
I catch you slipping while I'm on a money mission
Like right now, 30 dollars to my John Hancock
Try to get mo' so my shit don't flock
I lick off shots for everything they owe me
And when it's my time to go
I pray the Lord hold me

I was born in the city that never sleeps
Schooled by the realest of the real niggaz
That ever breathed
And I was big when I was young
And now I see that I was dumb
My nigga lonnie just got hit with 10
10 years for trusting a friend
They left him stuck in the penn

I love him, we all here just to die here, plus
Nobody cares what got here
Touched by a angel and kissed by the Lord
Praise the thug ways and I'll never be bored
Touched by a angel and kissed by the Lord
Y'all praise the thug ways
So forever it's on, baby

My young niggaz in the wild life
Criminal mind of a juvenile still live a child life
Thinking he can make his pay
Too in a rush, niggaz better slow down
'Cause you can be touched

Young niggaz in the wild life
Criminal mind of a juvenile still live a child life
Thinking he can make his pay
Too in a rush, niggaz better slow down
'Cause you can be touched

Why creep in life
Blinded by a faint of python
Green like torn think a, then think twice
Preety much in the night

We fucking it up
Even when we get a job
We fucking it up
Like it can happen to us, I can never be a bum
Yeah right

Ya can look and learn
Like he won't drop one
Drop a bit untouched
I keep living it up
Ya can learn it be your turn

Yes this a felonies' hobby
That got me here thinking robbery
Day to day all year long
Teflon protects my body
It's such unimportant in this criminal cartel
I'm caught and supporting me
So in these streets of hockey
I play the goalie
Secretz to war licks, and score shit
Share between clients and homies

Remember what Patcino told me
Before he past
Watch them clowns with them crocodile smiles
'Cause they phony, I get that cash, stay lonely
And I'm point like a thong
And it's survive for the strong
Living outside the laws of this crooked world
I was born touched

My young niggaz in the wild life
Criminal mind of a juvenile still live a child life
Thinking he can make his pay
Too in a rush, niggaz better slow down
'Cause you can be touched

Young niggaz in the wild life
Criminal mind of a juvenile still live a child life
Thinking he can make his pay
Too in a rush, niggaz better slow down
'Cause you can be touched

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Life Is So Hard - Lyrics - Scorpion - Eve

Title: Life Is So Hard
Album: Scorpion
Artist: Eve
Composer(s): David Diaz, S Jordan, Eve Jeffers, Michael A. Gomez

Lyric:
This song is a dedication to those strugglin' and livin' on
For those who can't see the light, it's comin'
Stay strong, feel me

Livin' life is so hard, every day I pray to God
Tell Him to send me light so I can touch my soul
And always know right from wrong
Livin' life is so hard, every day I pray to God
Tell Him to touch my heart so He can ease the pain
Anything to hide the scars

Thank you God, I appreciate every blessin'
Happiness to heartaches, take it as a lesson
I learned a lot in this year
Got a profession that keeps me stressin'

Facin' criticism, answerin' questions
And you still keep me happy and healthy
Blessed with a mind to play the cards that life has dealt me
No doubt I struggle, I cry at times
Sometimes I wish I could live in a bubble
And it gets hard not to stray to trouble

I'm proud of me, got a family that holds me down
Real friends 'cause the other ones claim they don't know me now
But long as God with me, I'ma be good for sure
He's the one who picks me up when my face is to the floor

Life is crazy, people never cease to amaze me
Stay with stories by how they made me or raised me
And it's funny, 'cause everybody seems to be so hungry
Either they want my life, or they want my money

Livin' life is so hard, every day I pray to God
Tell Him to send me light so I can touch my soul
And always know right from wrong
Livin' life is so hard, every day I pray to God
Tell Him to touch my heart so He can ease the pain
Anything to hide the scars

How can life be so hard?
Whatever doesn't kill me makes me strong
Every day I pray to God
Whatever doesn't kill me makes me strong

Uhh, been through a lot
Still gotta watch my back 'cause people plot
Close is to do you dirty just so they can take your spot
Some days I feel like I wanna quit
But I pray too long and dreamed and worked too hard for it

Wouldn't trade my life, none even a little bit
'Cause it could be worse for real, I could be turnin' tricks
Might bitch and whine but always just in the back of my mind
I could be livin' on the streets, nothin to eat without a dime

So I thank God, and I think why 'cause life's hard
Meet a lot of people but always I'm puttin' up my guard
'Cause you never know, some people snakes
Some people give a lot but mostly not, most people take

A lot of smilin' claimin' realness but most people fake
Still gotta smile, 'cause that's what it takes
Sometimes it's lonely, I feel like people see me really don't know me
But my best friend is Him, and I know He'll hold me

Livin' life is so hard, every day I pray to God
Tell Him to send me light so I can touch my soul
And always know right from wrong
Livin' life is so hard, every day I pray to God
Tell Him to touch my heart so He can ease the pain
Anything to hide the scars

I got a lotta people on my side protectin' me
Dee, Waah, Chivon, and the family
Gotta thank God for them 'cause they keep me right
I also thank Him every day for the love of my life

I thank Him, for this gift just to be able to write
And rock crowds that scream my name, able to excite
Thank God for my fans, I love the way they love me
Happy that I'm comfortable, eatin', livin' lovely

I love my life, still there's the pressure and pain
So I make sure that I'm grounded and able to maintain
Alotta people think I'm lucky, travelin' and hangin' out
But if they only knew, I wish I could be hangin out

I'm bangin' out hits, in the studio I'm livin' low
Makin' plans to last a lifetime, make sure I'm gettin' dough
Huh, come on, just so the people know
Uhh, come on, just so the people know

Livin' life is so hard, every day I pray to God
Tell Him to send me light so I can touch my soul
And always know right from wrong
Livin' life is so hard, every day I pray to God
Tell Him to touch my heart so He can ease the pain
Anything to hide the scars

Livin' life is so hard, every day I pray to God
Tell Him to send me light so I can touch my soul
And always know right from wrong
Livin' life is so hard, every day I pray to God
Tell Him to touch my heart so He can ease the pain
Anything to hide the scars

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