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All those years are passed by and lost And I don't want to remember again Faces and memories, stars without life Like absent shadows or vain empty
By tomorrow i'll be cold (push it all away,so cold) Now i'm hollow and alone Take the shadow Almost gone (raise the stakes what have we got
is not just Another ordinary rapper, I'm the crown royal block With a velvet bag, matter of fact, and since the swagger is back And backed by
the blood red dawn. I've buried men before their time Of alcohol and blackened lung But how to bury seven of these Appalachian miners sons. Who stormed
a job, feed the world, choose a god Is there something I should know now To make it work tomorrow Cause it's night and I fear the wolf He says one
conscious and ease, Spilling the blood of the young and the old, Slaughtered and scattered the end is imposed Doomed by the rage of his grace, Future
I am ready for tomorrow, In your name we'll fight my lord Your bloody war, waiting for Another chance to waste them Other deaths to honour your
All our visions of sweet tomorrow Is cracking and fading away. Hopes of glory are drowned in sorrow This dissension expels us to yesterday.
Tomorrow we'll wake up in time to stop this double suicide through kisses laced with cyanide And one last look through blood shot eyes. I guess this is
be like 'Boyz N Hood', affiliated by my brothers Worship higher powers, folks impoverished, drinking from the chalice So they say it's his blood, be
wave hand And not wave hand like it's a heat wave So you make a fan by waving your hand I'm talking wave like you saying "hey" Man, and not hay for
the choking and crying land Bury the bones in the common land immersed in thesis Be burdened by depression The gritty tsunami takes me away and I smile with
knew this chick named Gina drove a royal blue beamer Holdin' 2 chrome ninas fucking baby like Nadina Wore corn braids, I used to hit it back in the days
I'm Dana Dane Put a patch over your eye, fuck with my petty change Fuck what you heard, for that bird I'm a dirty nigga Laid to rest by the one you
to rest by the one you thought was workin' with yah War ready, the game just wanna take my life War ready, pussy boy we all could die tonight War ready,
yo I just salute real niggas when I pass through Niggas is very hungry for that bank robbery Bury money, trying to get to a Benz from a Hyundai
the place you buy your jewelry from Funeral fab, I'm just here to bury them Reporting live from the beacon Booth tired from the beatin' Had foreplay all
'Cause that royal blue blood in my veins, I'm a king Indigo, yeah my soul be foreign My flows be scorchin', caution Often I stunt like Austin, no flossin'
Cause that royal blue blood in my veins, I'm a king Indigo, yeah my soul be foreign My flows be scorchin', c-caution Often I stun like Austin, no flossin'
tellin'!" "everything happens for a reason. i promise to never get paint on my glasses again. "you can't rip art 'cause it's just art." the blood