Jonah 3:10 And God saw their works, that they turned from their evil way; and God repented of the evil, that he had said that he would do unto them; and he did it not.
Leviticus 18:25 And the land is defiled: therefore I do visit the iniquity thereof upon it, and the land itself vomiteth out her inhabitants.
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LYRIC FOR THE WEEK
Some folks say that I’ve got the perfect life
Three swell kids, lots of toys and a lovely wife
I fly, I sail, I throw caution to the wind
Drift like a stratus cloud above the Caribbean
But every now and then, the dragons come to call
Just when you least expect it, you’ll be dodgin’ cannonballs
I’ve seen too much not to stay in touch with a world full of love and luck
I’ve got a big suspicion ’bout ammunition, I never forget to duck
Come back, come back, back to Jamaica
Don’t you know, we made a big mistake-a
We’d be so sad if you told us goodbye
And we promise not to shoot you out of the sky
It was a beautiful day, the kind you want to toast
We were treetop flyin’, movin’ west along the coast
Then we landed in the water, just about my favorite thrill
When some asshole started firing as we taxied to Negril
Just about to lose my temper as I endeavored to explain
We had only come for chicken, we were not a ganja plane
Well, you should have seen their faces when they finally realized
We were not some coked-up cowboys sporting guns and alibis
Come back, come back, back to Jamaica
Don’t you know, we made a big mistake-a
We’d be so sad if you told us goodbye
And we promise not to shoot you out of the sky
They shot from the lighthouse, they shot from the highway
They shot from the top of the cliff
They had all gone haywire, we’re catchin’ fire
And there wasn’t even a spliff
Well, the word got out all over the island
Friends, strangers, they were all apologizin’
Some thought me crazy for being way too nice
But it’s just another shitty day in paradise
Come back, come back, back to Jamaica
Don’t you know, we made a big mistake-a
We’d be so sad if you told us goodbye
And we promise not to shoot you out of the sky
Come back, Come back, back to Jamaica
Don’t you know, we made a big mistake-a
We’d be so sad if you told us goodbye
And we promise not to shoot you
Promise not to shoot you
Promise not to shoot you
Out of the sky
( Jamaica Mistaica by Jimmy Buffett, Russ Kunkel, Roger Guth, Peter Mayer, Jim Mayer )
Luke 4:23 And he said unto them, Ye will surely say unto me this proverb, Physician, heal thyself: whatsoever we have heard done in Capernaum, do also here in thy country.
Revelation 11:18 And the nations were angry, and thy wrath is come, and the time of the dead, that they should be judged, and that thou shouldest give reward unto thy servants the prophets, and to the saints, and them that fear thy name, small and great; and shouldest destroy them which destroy the earth.
Philippians 2:4 Look not every man on his own things, but every man also on the things of others.
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LYRIC FOR THE WEEK ( COULDN’T RESIST THIS ONE )
Shout out to Baste Records …
Hey Hunter! Roll another one of those congressional blunts brotha …
He was gonna get his laptop fixed, but Hunter got high
He wasn’t gonna show all those dick pics, but then he got high
He shoulda let Hillary bleach the whole hard drive
But Hunter got high, Hunter got high, Hunter got high
He wasn’t gonna mess with the hoes, but Hunter got high
Wasn’t gonna, take em all out on a boat, but Hunter got high
He’s the smartest man that Joe’s ever known in his life
Till Hunter got high, Hunter got high, Hunter got high
He was gonna go visit his dad, but Hunter got high
He thought he had a secret stash, but Hunter got high
The White House got shut down and we all know why
Hunter got High, Hunter got High, Hunter got High
He never could paint worth a fuck, Hunter got high
Now he gets, a half a mill and up, “damn that’s high”
Biden never use to start with B-U-Y
Till Hunter got high, Hunter got high, Hunter got high
Ukraine wasn’t part of the plan, till Hunter got high
China wasn’t that big a fan, till Hunter got high
He wasn’t gonna split it all, with the old big guy
‘But Hunter got high, Hunter got high, Hunter got high
He wasn’t gonna go to court until he got high
He’d never been indicted before, but Hunter got high
His attorney’s out smokin a bowl, and we all know why
Cause Hunter got high, Hunter got high, Hunter got high
He was making 80 G’s a month, but Hunter got high
On a job brotha ain’t never done, Hunter got high
He got more LLC’s than John Gotti’s ex-wife
Cause Hunter got high, Hunter got high, Hunter got high
His cousin never was a pimp, ‘Till Hunter got high
He had the best friends money could rent, but Hunter got high
Just imagine if he wasn’t rich, and so damn white
The cops would raid his house, eat his lemon pound cake
Disconnect his cameras and steal his money
( Hunter Got High by Chris Wallin and Joseph Foreman )