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EVERLASTING HILLS OF OKLAHOMA Writer Tim Spencer The everlasting hills of Oklahoma They hold a million treasures to be found Golden grain on hills of
I can't take the trash Your trashy friends are spreading about us They got like fifty personalities Oh girl, that's so messed up You see that sculpture on the hill
spreads like fire and burned through those hills Hopes were held high but five men got killed On the wings of canaries, your soul surely flies While your bones spend eternity
hills in a long black veil She visits my grave where the night winds wail Nobody knows, no and nobody sees Nobody knows but me The scaffold was high and eternity
every mountain side Let freedom ring My native country, thee Land of the noble free Thy name I love I love thy rocks and rills Thy woods and templed hills
defeat through tha bloody blood, we ready foe divide and conquer. Playa hation, infiltration, any situation, y'all muthafukkaz bring, go prepare foe eternal
Eternal Father strong to save Whose arm has bound the restless wave Who bids the mighty ocean deep It's own appointed limits keep O hear us when we cry
Met Jesus up on a hill He confessed I was dressed to kill Saw fear eternal in his eyes He's seen what happens when the soul dies I'm the king of kings
another life, just another breath And who'll remember Oh! Eternity now As eternal as a sheet of marble Eternal as a slab on a green hill And your name
road that's straight and narrow And the only way to go it is by being being right and thorough There's always one more hill to climb There's always one more hill
Where the river runs to black I take the schoolbooks from your pack Plastics, wire and your kiss The breath of eternity on your lips In the crowded marketplace
savage, they out to get the cabbage I got nuthin' but love for my niggaz livin' lavish I got a pit named P, she [Unverified] I got a house out in the hills
pop's dead, now it's too late to warn me, inform me D's wanna plant ki's on me, eternally I wanna sleep Without the venom of a snake nigga tryin' to
they out to get the cabbage I got nothin' but love for my niggas livin' lavish I got a pit named P, she niggarino I got a house on the hills, right next