to the world below From the strangers to the ones I know From the darkness to the holy glow We burn so bright
Led to the river Midsummer I wave A 'V' of black swans On with hope to the grave And through red September When skies fire-paved I begged you appear
valley of tears By the river of time From weapons race In the Book of David In the holy Bible When it's laid to waste It will
a song I heard them singing when the day was done Singing to the Holy One Lead me on, lead me on To a place where the river runs into your keeping Oh
Happy go lucky. Fourth of July. How can you live in the Northeast? How can you live in the South? How can you build on the banks of a river when the flood
mouth of the river when the world was young And all of these spirit voices rule the night By moon we walk to the Brujo's door Along a path of river
get the debit if I don't get the cred (I deserve) Throwin' westside up like Pac, when they pop ya block up, Big Poppa flock off, you holy lil ? holy
out instead Goin' wild Liquor shifting through the brain The manic depressive goes insane Goin' wild Goin' wild Desperate anger hits the streets By the foul smelling river
't it just be lovely Another useless night in bed, ah, ah By the hudson river, the roller-bladers giving head Used condoms float on the river edge's
Holy holy holy holy holy Holy holy holy holy holy Holy holy holy holy holy The world is holy, the soul is holy The skin is holy, the nose is holy The
time Till I see your face Though it's not today When I'm alone it is the only time I will see your face When I'm desperate Now I'm alone building my holy
till the morning light Eternal flame I'm awake Joining one with all Into the sky I'll fly I walk across the land Where the holy river flows The people
better than this So renew me, remake me Undo me, unbreak me Come into the empty spaces Of my broken places And consume me, complete me Pursue me, redeem me Let your holy
in the spot, niggaz are crooked out and took out *bang* There goes a brain *bang* There goes a liver Ain't no time, for dumpin niggaz in the river I
the floor Hard skills and hand saws, skilled saws and metal jaws Vertabraeic and algebraic, against all odds No rats to deliver raps on blood rivers
and cold days, Inside a Bible cage, is it the curse of a Bible plague, Welcome, to the cyber age, the air's burning like a microwave, The holy lands
A lyrical specialist.. Most affectionate, most merciful Towards a fool, a thirst for jewels, you know the rules Migrates, beats efficient, holy as a baby krishnan Pure as the river
gold For wisdom is better than rubies And all the things that may be desired Are not to be compared to it Our wisdom, will dwell with panics You're my one and only, during our holy