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Now, this is a story all about how
My body got nailed up to a cross
And I'd like to take a minute
Heres how it begins
I'll tell you how I died for all your mortal sins
In west Bethleham I was born and raised
In Nazareth was where I spent most of my days
Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool
And all makin' wood cups, wowin' some fools
When a couple of Romans
Who were up to no good
Said I wasn't behavin' in the way that I should
I had one last supper and my men drank wine
I said eat my body drink my blood and I'll be fine
I was nailed to a cross and when death came nearer
The light shown brightly and I saw a little clearer
If anything I could cay that the Roman wins
But I thought naw forget it I'll die for you sins
They pulled me to my grave about seven or eight
And I rose from my tomb yo, home smell you later
Looked at my kingdom I was finally there
To settle in heaven and listen to prayer
YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
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There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
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LMAO
I live in a town where i can either walk everywhere on a nice day or get the bus on a not so nice day. I have no need for the expense of being a driver plus the hell of the way some of them bastards drive nowadays.
