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yourself out
Do yourself in
Don't try to mend
All gods fall in the end
Hail Hail the Idol
Hail Hail the Idol
We loved you in black
We adored you in pink
Up
my sin
By falling out
We're falling in
Now I'm broken
Watch it flow
I'm taking over
Can't let go (falling out with the bad boys)
And so he cried to God
"It's not what I had planned
And there's one more thing
I'll never understand

How did the days slip by
When did they turn into
and my flows the tightest 
I'll never sell my soul god helped me write this 
Plus I know what a fight is 
I been through the struggle 
In and out
learned the music from way down there 

The real ones learn it somewhere 
Strum your guitar -- sing it kid 
Just write about your feelings -- not
fashion
That's my sin
By falling out
We're falling in
Now I'm broken
Watch it flow
I'm taking over
Can't let go (falling out with the bad boys)
go,
Not always bothered by the truth.

Darkened sky on middle day.
Destruction there, so they can't stay.
"Sorry boys", but you're alone.
my
Sins in hell
As far as I can tell
At least the ones that I got away with

And there's nothing wrong with me
This is how I'm supposed to be
In
to hear.
Now I write this letter to my little boy.
I'm far away, not knowing really what to say
Except, "I'm sorry, oh so sorry."
I don't want to make
time on the mic
To play
I write rhymes
With addition and algebra
Mental geometry
Don't even come at me
Talk'n that weak and
Popin' that bullshit
Get out
[Cormega and Tragedy - intro]
Yo, son it's real, you know what I'm saying?
A man is often condemned or exalted by his words, you know?
That's why we
my
Sins in hell
As far as I can tell
At least the ones that I got away with

And there's nothing wrong with me
This is how I'm supposed to be
In
its so insane
Take a chance on a one way ride
Boy shoot a rocket clean out of your mind
Oh these people ain't your kind
No they ain't your kind
to hear.
Now I write this letter to my little boy.
I'm far away, not knowing really what to say
Except, "I'm sorry, oh so sorry."
I don't want to make
I am armed here to react

Hey now, hey now what is it boy?
All the things that trouble you
Visit your mirror image
Of what might have once
I am armed here to react

Hey now, hey now what is it boy?
All the things that trouble you
Visit your mirror image
Of what might have once
Sometimes the scenery can just bore you to death.

As I sit down to write, another day has passed me by,
They all seem the same anymore with so little time
out

But what's right for me or strange to you
Shouldn't make a damn on what you do
'Cause whether or not you make it through,
I thought that you
tragedy has made him a prisoner in his own body.
And it's not just tragedy, it's dementia, despair;
it's this hole I can see in each of his eyes,
where
down he saw not one good man of them
Tragedy and calamity believe is upon us
Armageddon shall show her face on all us
In the east straight to the west
I'll stick the pin in your neck just to earn respect
Stuff the paper in your mouth if I have to spell it out
Or write it on yo' forehead cause that's
in Florida, child.

Ain't nobody, ain't nobody, gonna tell me what to do.

Stepchild!


By this time I guess you've figured out about Florida.

Turn
When I was a young boy I sniffed a lot of glue
Mom sent me to rehab, they told me what to do
We didn't have much money; the lord picked up the tab
without sin I'd probably hate life

This is dope as that hard white you stuff in a crack pipe
A hit of this, a kid with Tourrets will chill out and act
Hey, my name is not Protocol
And I ain't nobody's stigma or statistic
Hey, hey lady, you know who you are.
You think you helpin' me by insertin'