Yeah Here, we go It's a new day But it all feels old It's a good life That's what I'm told But every day, it all just feels the same And my high school
Everyone Everyone around here Everyone is so near It's holding on It's holding on Everyone Everyone is so near Everyone has got the fear It's holding
When I am troubled in the night He comes to comfort me He wills me through the darkness And the empty child is free To take His hand, His sacred heart
O' say, can you see by the dawn's early light? We get 'em young, give 'em guns and ship 'em off to fight While the rocket's red glare is keeping everyone
They just gave up on our entire generation So, we were all pushed to the side 'Cuz we didn't see the world through our teachers eyes When all we needed
I touch down in Atlanta with the dangerous crew Grab the microphone, spit this game at you It never ends, I just keep goin' Pimps keep pimpin', hoes keep
To our best friend, present past and beyond Though you weren't with us too long Life is the most precious thing we could lose While you were here the
To all my friends present, past and beyond Especially those who weren't with us too long Life is the most precious thing you can lose While you were
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Stop, drop, shut 'em down, open up shop Oh no, that's how Ruff Ryders roll Stop, drop, shut 'em down, open up shop Oh no, that's how Ruff Ryders roll
Niggaz bitches Uhh Niggaz Grab your dick if you love hip-hop Bitches Rub your titties if you love Big Poppa Gotcha, open off the words I say because "
BATTLE HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC Writer Julia Ward Howe Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord; He is trampling out the vintage where the
I am a pilgrim and a stranger Traveling through this wearisome land I've got a home in that yonder city, good Lord And it's not not made by hand I got
I've got a home in glory land that outshines the sun I've got a home in glory land that outshines the sun I've got a home in glory land that outshines
Glory hallelujah, I shall not be moved Anchored in Jehovah, I shall not be moved Just like a tree that's planted by the waters I shall not be moved In
Some glad morning when this life is over I'll fly away To a home on God's celestial shore I'll fly away I'll fly away, oh glory I'll fly away When I
Soon we'll come to the end of life's journey And perhaps we'll never meet anymore 'Til we gather in Heaven's bright city Far away on that beautiful shore