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Oct 2016
Praise one God and I thank him for his mercy,
  
He's not just the kings of kings but of course  he's worthy,
  
Now I blow like a hurricane  and ain't talking no smoke,

I crack like a egg but ain't talking no yolk,

I could explain where I'm from but I rather thank the lord,
  
Undefeated  saints just check the score,
  
We not clapping them triggers we just clapping are hands,

We not listening to others just obeying commands,

Rather it's free will or independents,  

Seems like when I talk about it they get offended,

  God is good God is great,    

Thank the lord for this plate,  

They Say I'm outta order so they order me to go,

  I'm screaming thank you Jesus into everybody knows,
Avii
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Avii  Youngstown
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