BystanderLyrics by Tedd Cookerly |
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Shots they ring out every night in my community. An audible testimony of
another life that is soon to be either the creator or the victim of a
circumstance. Enhance from this chance, not standing there in a trance.
Presiding over your child at the funeral or viewing. Believing all the lies
that the media is spewing, telling you that guns were meant for unlawful kill be
not a puppet to television brainwashed at there will.
Bystander 4x's Persecuted and put down on the playground every single day because when you go to school free lunch is what pays the way, but keep your nose in the books and one day you'll come out ahead. Responsibilty is what is keeping the family fed. Strive for the goals that you set for your self, don't be ashamed that the aid will put the food on your shelf. Please understand that a child's words can rip the soul stay focused on Christ and stay in control. Bystander 4x's One thing is true that even people in love fight, but don't blame your self if things don't turn out so right. You're still their child and they'll love you forever and this in no means you become a parents lever in a marital split where your welfare is at hand. When push comes to shove they both love you and will stand up for the best interest in the name of the family. It's not your fault in a love-gone-a-stray-tragedy. Bystander 4x's |
E-ColliLyrics by Tedd Cookerly |
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Think about this within your own time and life. Ee as the church pray to do
what's right, and we do then we move on and pray to God to keep us strong. Now
politics come into play, not the government, but the people that stray away
from Him and fall into flesh. Answer questions for the church that they feel
are best, but this is null and still goes on disobeying God when they know it's
wrong. This is my plea whether it be do or die.
E-Colli 2x Giving the youth of the body a chance to know hope. Through this trip that they may grow and come to need all that He gave, and when given the chance it's strayed away. Now giving the world and it's strong grip the opposite sex causes them to slip in relationships that never last, I look to this from my own past. Granted people get saved and come full term they may look good but soon must learn God's love is worth a try.... E-Colli 2x's This is the only chance that we can ever have to understand all that we've had. In our past and present times I look to Him within His true lines. Inside the soul there is a need to the word of God we all must heed. To cleanse the soul from all this hate only through the Christ can we alleviate the pain and hurt that dwells inside. I lift Him up you do not try all the lies your inside can not hide remove this........ E-COLLI CLEANSE ME................................ |
Cry Of The LameLyrics by Tedd Cookerly |
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A clenched fist in the air as you burn the community. The last that they take
in is screaming straight stupidity. Just because they think they'll find an
answer in sheer distraction to right a wrong with a wrong, incorrect function
then back with a chant, a call for edification we tried hard to let this plea
build this tired nation. So submit to the authority and redirect the focus
don't fall victim to the world's hocus pocus. Say you don't know but the books
will tell you every day the leaders of the world will set the price for you to
pay, but the one is the self is to blame, no justice no peace just the cry of
the lame.
As we wallow in the filth of the verbal defecation many will loose hope for a unified nation. As we continue to fail or minds are overrun, the more we move back move back to move forward is never done and when we do the struggle starts. Wrong the tears are represent of the forty third Psalm against this unGodly nation for which we claim we hate. You offer a argument but it's a moot debate. You would rather offer violence as an answer and solution. The only thing you offer to me is mind pollution. When you look for salvation in the rudareck a flame no justice no peace just the cry of the lame. The cry of the lame only seeks week victims. Accomplish at no end to search and to keep them. Stamp out their eyes and make them blinded make them content with being criminal minded. Offer false hope in a struggle-some circle now biting your own butt you know it won't work. So to paint the big picture, what I say is not insane. Stop living your life behind the cry of the lame. |
LookLyrics by Tedd Cookerly |
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Labels on my chest from the first instinct. Elders in my life leading to the
brink of insanity. Yes they're handing me so much crap that my mind can't
expand. See they know me but they'll never know me so call me cattle cause I've
just been branded. He'll seem to think that I have no salvation she hears the
lies that stun emancipation. Freedom of I Am without all the static. Need I
read what's written in my gloc automatic. Panic cause I sit and I worship
judging me when your own life is in slip. The slugger that you have in your
eye, puts me in a state if I do than I die. Look at your self then look at the
book. If you even saw me you should have took a look.
Take a look at me and you will see 4x's Your so quick to judge but still you don't look that from the fisher of men in my mouth is the hook, but when you leave us standing then we'll keep on searching so don't deny hope we'll keep on hurting. All salt in the wound because we knew it was coming. Then when you sin we start running back to the first love that of the world, but the church is the future the boys and the girls. Strong in need and hand out for help, but I see only one thing the church is for self. They're living their life but the life is extreme, but extremity is ends when it justifies the means. Home and school is scary we need to show them God's sanctuary. Free from the pressure the push and the fall give them praise, and hope not to stall judge them not and let them not be took. You should have took a............... Look! To the ignorant blinded amongst the flock. You're quick to judge but remain in shock when we proclaim the Son as the soul provider, but when this happens you play the denier. You say we have zero when we represent, but then you look, seek, searched, then repented. To the fact that we need new self, the minds of the 60's are fresh off the shelf. Way past the old but in effect still today we all have a role but which one to play. Look to the ones that will keep you motivated because when they hate you it's God that they hated. Children are true ones of God don't short the next to them it's kinda odd. Look to the ones that will keep the book off the shelf "gee" and you can take a look. Take a look at me and you will see 4x's |
Whitey On The MoonLyrics by Gil Scott Heron |
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A rat done bit my sister Nell. With whitey on the moon her face and arms began
to swell and whitey is on the moon. I can't pay no doctor bills, but whitey is
on the moon. Ten years from now I'll be payin' still with whitey on the moon
ya know? The man just upped my rent last night cause whitey is on the moon.
No hot water, no toilets, no lights, but whitey is on the moon. I wonder why
he's uppin' me? cause whitey is on the moon. Well I was givin' him 50 dollars a
week and now whitey is on the moon.
Taxes takin' my check the junkies make me a nervous wreck. The price of food is goin' up, and as if all that crap wasn't enough. A rat done bit my sister Nell. With whitey on the moon, her face and arms began to swell with whitey on the moon. With all that money I made last year put whitey on the moon. How come I aint got no money here? Hmmm whitey on the moon ya know? I just about had my fill of whitey on the moon. I think I'll send these bills air mail special to whitey on the moon. Help can't even help now and whitey is on the moon. Aid for my brothers and sisters how whitey is on the moon. Guess we'll just sit by dyin' with whitey on the moon. Dogs have better luck at there tails tryin' whitey is on the moon. Fed up us people are and whitey is on the moon. The slogan poverty or bust later to whitey on the moon. |
One's Own SelfLyrics by Tedd Cookerly |
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So many times own when I thought I could stand only made me naive and young.
Short of a man falling a away on a another false story, further away from the
path of glory. Hurling down the road without victory. Blind with rage this
child that couldn't see everything that was waiting for you and me. The answer
is inside myself that where my heart should be. How wrong to think that we
could even be God. The helpless wallow in hate when they've been barred with
disbelief from that which we despise we'll have to God before His eyes.
One's own self There is no answer Internal struggle that feeds as cancer To many things to be are now known as true, but heart and mind and soul is truth inside of you and how alone we stand in our own end. The voice inside our own head is not our own best friend. Questions start and the tearing then begins. Another vicious circle that you know will never lend out a hand of help from this abyss. A thousand times the words from our own lips could be the only thing even help us walk in light breaking the chains that will bind this sheltered life with disbelief is something that must be taught. This crutch is something that was meant to be fought. One's own self there is no answer Internal struggle that feeds as cancer Our own dismay is aftermath Submit and heed or suffer the wrath Come to grips with facts that we cannot change anything that our God has arranged. In this life through all persecution He offers us this one solution. Submit and heed and he'll do his work. Denial of our self is our self we hurt because his love is something abound. To fill the ears with a glorius sound that comes down in the backing of authority inhabitor to the temple is what we'll be. With the love of the Father dwells upon your side there is nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. One's own self there is no answer Internal struggle that feeds as cancer Our own dismay is aftermath Submit and heed or suffer the wrath One's own self 6x's |
ResidenceLyrics by Tedd Cookerly |
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The place where you were born is now the place that you dwell and what you
call a home others call a living hell. Just because of where you live they say
your an object, middle class, downtown, mansion, or in a project. No matter
what the cities' done has it really run dry. The town where my grandma grew up
is where she'll die. We all have to put the roots down somewhere. The people
that move around from year to year just don't care. Your kids need to know that
the house is a home sweet home. To break it down the thought is detrimental to
the dome. In the brain stem where the thoughts cause the hesitance but home is
where you hang your hat - a.k.a. your residence.
Residence The place in which you dwell from a living hell is a residence The place where you grew up is just around the corner from the park, just too bad now that they can't go out after dark. Because the kids are shooting up the town every single day a gallery of moving targets when you send your kids to play, and that is sad to me in fact I give it mass pity. The place where you grew up as a kid is not the same city. The parents job is to give the kids the precedence leave this town you need a new residence. Residence The place in which you dwell from a living hell a residence Roots are your home don't deny, new ideas are worth a try. In regards what's wrong or right man can do this flee or fight. Pride's OK but understand no true person is superman. Your domain is future tense your environment your residence. Residence The place in which you dwell from a living hell a residence |
PerserverenceLyrics by Tedd Cookerly |
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I'll look to you in times of hope. Please give me strength so I can cope.
Through times of strife you are my light. Consume my soul with all your might.
I'll cry this plee for your exstance victory come through perseverance Inhabit me to guide my life. Help me see all the hate of fight. It is your love that I need. Only in you I shall succeed. Though myths and lies that swell my head I look to you and break the bread. This shell that's empty could have relief I clutch to you my last belief. The choice now one of circumstance I hope to God He will advance We must be hope for all humble ourself. We all must crawl. I see the glory knowing now's the time we make, it must be now. The scenes of hope flow through my mind. A place of peace I hope to find. I scratch and pull for train of thought, fall back on things that I've been taught. Last beat of heart and gasp of breath remember me not for this death One day they'll ask if I was saved. In the end we dwell and are a slave. I look to them I thought were wise, and suffer from my own last vice. Life, death, struggle, hate, perserverence! |
DisLyrics by Tedd Cookerly |
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The truth is not hard see. All things have come undone. Life gives you
tragedy. You have nowhere to run, freedom comes through the hurt. Pain our key
from there, we fly a fragrance from the sacrifice burnt alive. You wander
prepared to die.
Life styles in which you lead Prove to me there is no need Life is precious you treat it as this Another facade summed summed up as dis The flow of things you do deny. Main stream holds no hope. Friends once true, now they lie. Outcast so you can cope. Hope is dead there's no reprieve, downward you throw your love. Self prime concern to please when provoked you only shove. Life styles in which you lead Prove to me there is no need Life is precious you treat it as this Another facade summed as dis All things are not despair. Happiness has it's place. Act as though you don't care, still the trouble fills your face. Life gives you all the best, but you must want to be filled. Become content with your unrest still the blood towards you will spill. Lifestyles in which you lead Prove to me there is no need Life is precious you treat it as this Another facade summed as dis |
Love LieLyrics by Tedd Cookerly |
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You can't see the very thing that my anguish has done to me. You can only sit
and pretend to be interested in the fact that I proclaim the love no longer
thread bear to a fabric undone, and now as I ask of you where is your hold. No
trick in my question steadfast and bold. Willing for lashes both in anger and
hate, prepared deceit that will approclamate. Just to breed the deceit just
because of my sight abomination of my hope and my thought of what is right. A
slave to your ignorance but still I must try.
I say to you do not deny when I ask Where does your love lie? Broken my life line can be the only thing when left to my defenses. I am clothed to the truth, yet naked to the intellect, and away from the family. Not far from the Father, the deeper the water my grip growing stronger. Pupils dilated, affected on the inner most. The clutch of the spiritual becoming the purer host. The love of the I AM that which can purge me against all the wickedness is the hope of the purity. I ask you this a question redundantly, knowing the hope you had. I know that you hungered once when will be the coming of the second try. I say to you do not deny when I ask where does your love lie Times in my life when my candle flickers in the wind. A brother in faith can still be only half a friend, but then you snatched me from a self built pool of despair to leave the shelter without food. How can I fare a hand of help, it lashes out to grab the knife in the other is for myself to stab. Although it's selfinflected this is a reminder. Now as I fall away in my life there is a finder. I say to you do not deny when I ask where does your love lie? |