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Running alone, trapped in this world
Not your own, not your home
Pushed down in the dust, left by fate to rust
Feel the pull of the stars from
This is from Friedrich Nietzsche
You know, of course you probably know that he was the philosopher who announced the death of God
What he meant by
moment to repose
When he saw the face of his only child
Among the crowd all fell silent for him
He was awakened by the feel
Of rope around his
Neck
in they heart
I remember the first time I left it up to you
But I learned from the first time
To never trust in you
Ay yo, the first time ever I saw
Banana clips'll crack your coconut
The toast will bust
Remove everything from your shoulders up
Listen ya head missin'
The coffin can't open up
You chokin'
chew up the bottle
If he truly drank the poison.
I'm alienating the mating man to the high ride, base tied,
Face mine's and make God clones
We can
on
The gram like the man
And they open up the comments, all
They gonna see is clown face, bitch
(Haha) bitch, I'll be comin' from the heart
Comin' for your part
the ground
A dark eagle looking for pray, but preying on none
A dark eagle just looking at what's happening on the ground
From up above the Earth
A dark eagle
corn at harvest time, with blood the Ise Brook ran
All followed by the hangman's rope there by the King's command
They tried to cover up the shame,
administer their Christ's blessing.
In America poison is injected into the blood-stream.
Another Christ dies, jacked up by the state.
Another glorious
soon assemble
Conjoining in their putrid flesh
Their hearts don't beat desire
They pump violence and poison
Flesh opens up, blood's retreating
Flesh
Circling back to the point about Jones losing his mind
That they'd harm us with aerosolized particulate matter
Sprayed from the sky
Look up my man Widdington
indeed)
From the bass in your face to
The ace in your sleeve
(from the bass in your face to
The ace in your sleeve)
From the bass in your face
To the ace
from Far Rock hoppin'
Over the turnstile
To set up shop up top by the Jamaican spot
My joints have been a
Bop, from vinyl, cassettes, cDs and streams
rat, wanting it back, like rabbit
Like dang-nabbit, I was tackled by a fraction
Of what I've felt, so I walk on and number up all my arms,
Yeah. cnd do
exits he just trynna get by
Goodbye
I see the pain in they face that they hide in disguise
The masquerade for them days that its all a facade
But I just
touring
Keep up the pouring
That poison yo organs
I'll keep putting powder front of my forehead
Popping them pills
Til these artists there's more dead
Backed into a corner
By the choices you've made
Hang you up over the flames
Let you die from the poison you make
Goodbye
Sinister undertones
If I had to play God for a day
I would open up the gates let the world see my face
Remove all doubt from the ones without the faith
And put them
place
I stitch them up, see not my fall from grace
I blind my eyes, I hide and feel it passing me by
I open just in time to say goodbye
Almost like
place
I stitch them up, see not my fall from grace
I blind my eyes, I hide and feel it passing me by
I open just in time to say goodbye
Almost like
'round they trees shirts showing they pictures
Where i'm from we pour out liquor to let 'em know we miss 'em
Can't see they face i play they music just
eyes is amazing!
We could raise from the dead
What did never phases
Or fall asleep in a day dream
Let sjust face it
A couple black and milds
Shawty
me some fun
I'm sipping this shit by the ton
I'm going up when I aim for the sun
Oh yeah
Girl you left me frozen
Left with my heart open
I have no
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