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hebron hill sighed with heavy heart, the night to set aside |
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shepherds stargazing, turning pages in the sky |
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planets paraphrasing, speak the language of the cosmos |
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laying flat upon their back to feel the black engulf the globe |
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stuff of prophets' prose published in the firmament |
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got tagged with fatty marker just to make his message permanent |
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palestine wind blows promising her billows |
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west bank blanket shelter shepherds in her meadows |
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from the sandal to the shelltoe, velcro to fat-laces |
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man has walked a million paces but he still can't find the road |
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but one night the light flash of angel flight was cast |
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illuminate the plan, the lamb would shepherd man at last |
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from the now until the everlast, i want to be god's servant |
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like that virgin riding bareback on a pharaoh beast of burden |
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from capernaum to bethlehem to ad infinitum |
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yo, i write em in the wind so my children can recite em. |
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so poetic, expressing the styles, shooting the gift |
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uplift, tear down, bare down in ziontif-expression |
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stressing the fact bringing it back |
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to the essence of the presence where it all began. |
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(repeat) |
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[manchild] |
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the heavenly jerusalem pursued |
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glue my pupils to desktop, use a headlock |
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induce the labor pains through broken sounds until my best shot |
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almost seems subdued, so i renew my passion just for you |
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but you came to my door today just peddling my time away |
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handed me a booklet from your tower as you watched |
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and it's not that i don't appreciate your dedication to your faith |
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and it's not that i'm simply losing patience |
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it's not that i'm not enjoying our every conversation |
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i just find it hard to breathe in such a manufactured fragrance |
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peek my head out of the basement for a moment |
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where i study the science of zion, spying on atonement |
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and navigate by the north star's north wind |
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worship the child with no earthly father who's far from an orphan |
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explore then implore men to hear it, contemplate it |
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mankind can only discover what's already been created. |
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[freddie bruno] |
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tribal instinct running the ink my bloodstream |
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the voice of my spirit that's seen through kings' dreams |
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interpretated the most hated drawn conclusion |
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preserving my brain for the future like cold fusion |
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i'm told to purify the globe and hold my intention |
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write fluid off the margin like a paragraph indention |
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awaken from a meditative state, i freak the tape |
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concentrate to bear witness as the pro creates |
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rocking tracks like songs with sage and quartz stone |
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make the world gain interest like banks on short loans |
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you're easy to get into like section 8 homes |
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i invigorate homes and i dominate poems |
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cats overlooking me like midgets in mall traffic |
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i held my cool, trusted christ and outlasted |
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reaching with eternal prowess that i possess |
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make me do like wyclef from the stress and manifest. |
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