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Kevin Ray lyrics - Kevin Ray

Miracle In The Making

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All around I hear the sound of money But I ain't got a nickel to my name And everywhere I look I see temptation She stands on every corner and calls my name Chorus: Now won't you tell me if you can Cause life's so hard to understand Why's the rich man busy dancing While the poor man pays the band Oh, they're billing me For killing me Please lord have mercy on the working man Uncle Sam's got his hands in my pockets And he helps himself each time He needs a dime Them politicians treat me like a mushroom Cause they fed me bull And keep me in the blind Chorus: So won't you tell me if you can Cause life's so hard to understand Why's the rich man busy dancing While the poor man pays the band Oh, they're billing me For killing me Yeah, lord have mercy on the working man Hey Saint Peter look down for a minute And see this little man About to drown There's quick sand all around And man I'm in it Please help me up Lord Cause I'm going down Chorus: Now won't you tell me if you can Cause life's so hard to understand Why's the rich man busy dancing While the poor man pays the band Oh, they're billing me For killing me Please lord have mercy on the working man Yeah, now won't you tell me if you can Cause life's so hard to understand Why's the fat man busy dancing While the thin man pays the band Oh, they're billing me For killing me Please lord have mercy on the working man Please lord have mercy on the working man Please lord have mercy, on the working...man Oh yeah, yeah

The Frozen Man

JAMES TAYLOR "New Moon Shine"
Last thing I remember is the freezing cold, water reaching up just to swallow me whole. Ice in the rigging and howling wind, shock to my body as we tumbled in, mercy from God. My brothers and the others are lost at sea, I alone am returned to tell thee. Hidden in ice for a century to walk the world again, Lord have mercy on the frozen man. Next words that were spoken to me, nurse asked me what my name might be. She was all in white at the foot of my bed, I said angel of mercy I'm alive or am I dead? My name is William James McPhee, I was born in 1843. Raised in Liverpool by the sea but that ain't who I am, Lord have mercy on the frozen man. It took a lot of money to start my heart, to peg my leg and to buy my eye. The newspapers call me the state of the art, and the children, when they see me, cry. I thought it would be nice just to visit my grave, see what kind of tombstone I might have. I saw my wife and my daughter and it seemed so strange, both of them dead and gone from extreme old age. See here, when I die make sure I'm gone, don't leave 'em nothing to work on. You can raise your arm, you can wiggle your hand, not unlike myself, and you can wave goodbye to the frozen man. I know what it means to freeze to death, to lose a little life with every breath. To say goodbye to life on earth and come around again, Lord have mercy on the frozen man, Lord have mercy on the frozen man.

Blues Without Blame

THE STEVE MILLER BAND "Rock Love"
(Steve Miller) I ask my baby for a nickel She gave me a twenty dollar bill I ask her for a drink of whiskey And she gave me a liquor still Whoa, yeah yeah yeah What can a poor boy do Ain't it hard, ain't it hard When you have to live the blues I call my baby on the telephone She said come on over Stevie I'm all alone I said I can't get my car started mama Whoa, yeah What can a poor boy do When he has to live the blues And while my baby's makin' it with my best friend I know I'm being used, yeah yeah yeah Lord have mercy Lord have mercy on me Lord have mercy Lord have mercy on me, yeah I'm tryin' to find my babe Won't somebody please, yeah yeah Won't somebody please bring her home to me

Mercy On Me

CHRISTINA AGUILERA "Back To Basics"
Lord have mercy on my soul For I have walked the sinful road That I'm down on my knees Lord have mercy on me, please Ohh yeah Jesus, I must confess That in all my loneliness I've forsaken and I've sinned Leaving fragments of a man so broken I could tell you what I've done Or should I tell you where I went wrong? Well the more that I start to play My deceitful, evil ways Keep on growing stronger by the day Oh lord have mercy on my soul For I have walked a sinful road So I'm gonna get down on my knees Beg forgiveness to help set me free Lord have mercy on me, please Mother Mary full of grace In my weakness, I've lost faith I've been careless, and I have been warned And the devil inside me is torn God bless the men that I have scorned Oh lord have mercy on my soul For I have walked the sinful road So I'm gonna get down on my knees Beg forgiveness to help set me free Lord have mercy on me, please Woah, woaa yeah yeah Woa yeah yeah oh oh Oh-oh yeah yeah yeah, ohh So don't let me fool around no more Send your angels down to guide me through that door Well I've gone and confessed my regrets And I pray I'm not held in contempt I'm so lost, and I need you to help me repent Oh lord have mercy on my soul Oh I'm begging, I'm pleeding, I'm needing I want you to know So I'm down upon my knees Oh lord, I need forgiveness I need forgiveness from you

Concrete Jungle

JIM JONES "Hustler's P.O.M.E. (Product Of My Environment)"
Yo, it definitely is a concrete jungle And yet, there's more to life than misery We have to have unity in our community We have to work together brothers and sisters (I'm from the ghetto) Yeah this is Dr. Ben, I'm with Jim Jones (Lord knows, I was on the run confused) DipSet forever (shit) We're talking about a concrete jungle (yeah it sure is a jungle) Life or Death, you have to choose life (I done seen it all, at least I think I seen it all) [Verse 1] I'm with my concrete jungle, no Tarzans and Janes (no swinging from vines) Diesel by the bundles, and the hard grams of 'caine (we on our grind) D's when they come through; it's hard to get some change Smoking weed getting drunk, in the car for a flame (slow down nigga) Yeah I see the traffic, but we dipping on the shoulder (break laws) Winter start to set in, it's only getting colder (dress warm) And I miss you all my political soldiers Most are doing life for moving bricks or doing hold-ups Damn I know we caught up in the fast life Some life a fiend when they caught up on the glass pipe (we pookie out here) Me, I'm still caught up from last night Same clothes from the club, on the block getting cash right (I'm on my G though) Damn, you know this world full of misery (pray for me) Some get tore up 'til they hurl off the liquor B (gettin twisted) Somebody told me that the girls need the chivalry (fuck a bitch) That's why I cop ice 'til they ass get the shivers B [Chorus] Ain't nothing sweet living in this ghetto (ain't nothing sweet about it) Been there, done that, running in the streets (running wild) Now put your lighters to your head, nigga ride I'm trying to make the most of my hustler (I gotta hustle) Been there, done that, so I can live out all my dreams (live out my dreams) Now put your lighters to your head, nigga ride [Verse 2] For the coke I would sleep hard But the game drove me nuts, in the streets, I'm a full-fledged retard Was the city block overseer Man your life is Chuck E. Cheese, mine is a pizzeria How many pies I done flipped? I lost count How many guys I done gave shit? I lost count Holding, but I can't ignore cheating Any day your life could be the hot topic at that board meeting They discussing who'll stretch you for your trees For your thievery, you living, you breathing for no fucking reason That's how it is when you make a man That's why your man's gotta learn to make himself Then you shake his hand Man, I'm into catching heavy clams And when Dezzy cans when it comes to dumping I got heavy hands Ain't gonna be right for your picking jet This is ours, the square is where we eat, this our kitchenette [Chorus] [Verse 3] I let my temper hit the floor I be staring through the mirror as I serenade my halls I'm fond of the juices that marinate they drawers My shorty, she bank a carrot with the four, cause If you take us out, the streets will evolve Some niggaz they live to eat, some niggaz eat to survive And my conscience keep disturbing me, fucking with my energy Niggaz that I thought was friends, really the enemy Dear Lord please grant me the serenity To accept the things that I cannot change Locked up for eight years and ain't join no gangs Been converted to true nigga, I'm as real as they come And any moment I have you staring the barrel of my gun Put my dick up in the streets, but I'm married to the slums Put the chips up in the ante and tally up the sum I'm having fun, hitting the fiends in the allies with some jums [Chorus] Alright, yeah but in choosing life, you got choices (oh yeah) The jungle is full of everything It's the mother and the father of creation (ain't nothing sweet about it) But listen up, you have to choose something for yourself Do something for yourself, make something of yourself That's what time it is (don't let go) Go strong, be strong, stand for something in life (all my young soldiers) Yeah, concrete jungle I can feel it, I can smell it (sometimes it gets hard) Jim Jones is spitting truth, the power (don't let 'em pull your car over) Now and forever more Making life the way it should be Ain't nothing sweet about it Make me want to scream and shout it But I know I got to hold on, and just roll on

GED

JARREN BENTON "Freebasing With Kevin Bacon"
[Intro: Kato] I just got my G.E.D So there ain't shit you can say to me [x3] Yeah, Kato Jarren, Benton 4, Ize Waddup? You ever try to suck your own dick? That shit never works do it? I just got my G.E.D. nigga! Finna style on these niggas [Verse 1: Jarren Benton] Every day I wake up (yawn) Tryna get this cake up Smack a bitch so hard, I knock off all her make-up Stomach rumbling, fucking rappers 'bout to get ate up Y'all a bunch of queers, they cheering for team Jacob Josephine Baker, blowing green acres Bully niggas for lunch money, I need paper Fuck with me, is bump 50 with clean razors And I stand the fuck out like new shorts and pink gators Torpedo on my arm Bitch up out the norm' And I'm posted at the bar all day like I'm Norm Clueless like a Blood in a blue uniform And the shit I'm smoking got me seeing blue unicorns (woo) Stunting on these niggas like I just hit the lottery Dick in your bitch ass, like a colonoscopy Got my GED, but I majored in philosophy Got a minor in psychology, who's fucking hot as me? Niggas think it's a game, cause Jarren's a monopoly Sawed off shotgun, to break you off properly Stand between me and my paper, like apostrophe Give niggas lobotomies, they shittin' out colostomies Bitches used to diss me, they ain't wanna talk to me Jock's shoved me in the lockers cause I act awkwardly Now I'm getting pussy like I study gynecology The dopest nigga from the bottom, yeah bitch, I got him here [Verse 2: 4ize] Uh-huh, I said yeah bitch I gotta be Blessed like the Dalai Lama Your mama honour me Probably, it's certified, guaranteed Kato, Jarren B, 4ize apparently The illest motherfuckers like 3, the hard ways So I freestyle, getting off at freedom parkway Okay? Is y'all pissed off yet? Cut the cheque, my money long as Chris Bosh neck With paid salary in Eric 9's art gallery I'm a beast, with the vampire immortality In the pale moonlight, dancing I'm dancing, romancing fine bitches like Scarlett Johansson Freaky sluts and tramps with these hoes I'll show 'em what they pussy made for Black, white, Indian, Italian, Asians and Puerto Ricans Fucking every colour in the rainbow My fire, flame, oh I'm smoking on the best for a living And sex is a given if I'm next to a pigeon Chicken head, hood rat, googoo with a monkey The ambassador, I do it for my country Do it for the haters, I do it for hip-hop Ain't nothin peewee up under my big top I'm hard headed like a boner Stupid like Homer With a general education diploma [Verse 3: Laws] Castlevanian mansion Ring, Brady and Manson Ballerina in the attic and the lady's dancing 80 phantoms, maybe I'm inhaling branson And maybe I'm Bronson Super sperm, break the condom A hundred kids walk around with my physical structure My older son drank 'till he made his liver rupture My second oldest like Moses 'Cept he took two of every creature, put 'em in his freezer and he froze 'em My brain half dead, pledge allegiance to the chosen These hookers want my kids, caught 'em leaving with the trojan Try and empty it with legs open I close-lined her in the Days Inn parking lot and now she choking I'm laughing at the moon while I'm rapping to this tune I will make an ass out of you if you ever assume Configure me cause I'm using simplicity I will fucking stab you next month, and turn the future to history People think I'm a prophet cause I'm dressing like Socrates Easy access, has always been my philosophy I don't even flow, my words sit on top of the beat Kathy Bates style, use a clock to (pluck?) your feet Down with the sledge hammer, call me 5-0 Dead rappers, I don't turn heads, I give neck fractures And split heads after Call me Jack the Rapper You motherfuckers pitch crack, I attack the battle [Outro: Kato] I just got my G.E.D So there ain't shit you can say to me [x3]

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