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Hear the Instruction 


Cast in the lot among;
Let us all have one purse;
For the love of money is the root of all evil;
If someone comes to take your pants, give him your shirt;
Hear the instruction of your father, 
Forsake not the law of your mother;
Other than the Lord God above, there shall not be any others;
We shall find all precious substances;
We shall fill our houses with spoil;                                       Proverbs 
                                                                                      150:14-18
When you come to enter in this house;
Take your shoes off they maybe soiled;
My son, my   daughter walk not in the way with them;
Hear the instruction of your father, 
Forsake not the law of your mother;
That say the things that are not so;
No, no, no, no don’t you go;
For their feet run to evil;

Yes, and to evil they do run;
To them it’s perfect, pretty, to them it’s right, but it isn’t so;     
Make haste to shed innocent blood;
Let us all come together, for God is true love;
Hear the instruction of your father, 
Forsake not the law of your mother;
Surely in vain the net is spread in the sight of any bird;
But the vulture and the angel and the raven and the dove all do to fly;
Yes they fly up above, up above my head. . .

Yes in vain the net is spread in the sight of any bird;
Lay waiting on the angles to come a hold;
And they lay wait for their own blood;
They a monist in their own loves yeah
Wisdom cries’ without, she uttered her voice in the streets;
Fighting out tearing down over and over there’s no interring peace;
Hear the instruction of your father, 
Forsake not the law of your mother;
Hear the instruction of our Father, who art in heaven
Hear the Instruction 


Written words & arranged music by James E. Lee Sr. 2008©
For my Uncle David Washington Sr.
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