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A Hope For Home Of Water And The Spirit

we do is well and do you know just what you're searching for? or can you fill this hole with hate until you hope no more? and i have learned to stop

it's food for the spirit Maybe it's beautiful music I made for you to just cherish But I'm debated disputed hated and viewed in America as a motherfuckin

follow direction And trail witness protection to get a shot at they brain Where the babies carry semis and swallow pills for power Count paper for polly'n, penny-pinch for

s food for the spirit Maybe it's beautiful music I made for you to just cherish But I'm debated disputed hated and viewed in America as a motherfuckin

hungry for long They get hope from fire and smoke as they reach for tha dawn Tha spirit of Jackson Now screams through tha ruins Through factory chains And

get on my level Doughnuts and keys and kick-flips, Supremes and markers My life is Ms. Mo Unique Parker, but a little darker, I'll see you in a couple

't hide in an empty apartment with a mattress And no protection, with a New York psycho Bombshells in the Hollywood section I'm pressin bells and bells and

New Orleans, shit no governor, no help from the mayor just a steady beatin heart, and a wish and a prayer lets pray (Robin Thicke) These friends they come and

, on a hill that they knew well and on that hillside, like shadows they fell long before, the need for bow and shield when hope spread out like a Tennessee