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JR:
Some live for today, while others live for tomorrow.
Some live in the past, looking for time to borrow.
If we gave the innocent a voice, I wonder what would they say.
Or would they be tired from screaming please someone hear our cry.
Will someone hear our cry? will someone hear our cry? Will someone hear our cry?

Swoope:
She was only eight when they threw her in the trade.
Abused in her youth, now a slave of this rape.
Uncle prostitutes the niece before she got through puberty.
And it’s hard for her to pray ’cause she’s dropping to her knees for a priest.
Geez, the cross that he wears is the cross that she bears.
Pedophiles is what I’m mad about.

Sho Baraka:
She can scream loud, but they won’t let her out.
They keep milking honey ‘cause she’s a cash cow.
I’m mad. She swings on poles for significance,
talk with her body; that’s the only way we’re listening.
She thirst for water in a current drought.
Get your eyes off her thighs and let her tell you what she’s mad about.

Suzy Rock:
I give em heart in these bars.
but they rather me get him hard,
give em a little Minaj,
sing and summersault for applause in panties and bra,
barter my body for the ladder to climb up the charts.
I guess getting naked is what success is. Mad ‘cause the Truth is the only thing I’m bare in.

JR:
When you hurt I should hurt
and when we smile you should smile
‘cause what’s mine will be yours.

From the song MAD ABOUT by High Society Collective
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I try to live righteous, it’s like I can’t achieve it.
The sin inside of me is the worst of all diseases.
Thirty below freezing. Broken and missing pieces.
I’m becoming whole and it’s only because of Jesus.

Y’all knew what I would say before I said it.
Raw and authentic, this is how He altered my genetics.
The curse came from Adam; I inherited death.
So I’m a nightmare walking when I’m wearing my flesh.

It’s definite the deficit will be the death of us.
All sin: hate it equally. There is no prejudice.
Medicine for the sick. Confess your infection and get
claims by the blood of the lamb. True perfection is Him.

And Him alone. On the throne. The risen king received the wrath
that was due for me I’m saved and set free by the cross.
Bloody massacre: the maximum punishment possible.
It’s not a popular topic; I’m talking about the gospel y’all.

From the song Death In Me (featuring Theory Hazit and Odd Thomas) by Braille
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