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One Last Ride

Molly Hatchet

Kingdom of XII

2000

ride, one last ride
My past is close behind me, my pistol by my side
Gotta keep on ridin'...time's not on my side
I'm a pistol totin' gamblin' man

temptations coming
One by land and two is by sea
And maybe I won't get through this
If I don't crucify me
So let me bear this cross
I'm dealing with lust

the motherfucking laws were so raw that I accepted my cross, I was born to be cursed by my thoughts and creativity, gross, is not a marvelous boss, at least with me

the mist
Of sluggishness
And now we sink

Master, I see
What you say
But who's that man that comes our way?

He's our passage
Phlegyas
In his boat we'll

heart know a cage to just shield 
What you gon do for me? 
And I'm real I'm real I'm real I'm real I'm 

A poor in sight feeling ill sick to my stomach

Tell me where are you going
You don't know where to go
You can't, you can't, you can't take the player up outta the game
Cross my name off
He's

arinya mio mind lati Je anyan
Toba sha ti ma ja wo kin saa ti Di eyan
Rich niqqa poor niqqa as long As you belong my niqqa you're A niqqa
Go concur you're

voices to proclaim the joy
Trace we the Babe, who hath retrieved our loss
From His poor manger to His bitter cross
Treading His steps, assisted by His

cruelty

But the man just grins and welcomes you to the city of the Seraph
Needless to say this takes you by surprise
The man speaks into this shocked

I wasn't rich or poor

Niggas be slick
Thinking they plug hunting
Tryna Richard porter

3rd person
Serving dese niggas
Man go see him
To place a order

orders without any grace
The system got them poor souls thinking they're doing a good deed
By planting the seed of fear
Amongst everything that lives near

don't know, 
they gave you a cross anyway, 
for you to carry to your grave. 
now what can be learnt from the life of st john? 
that success changes over

a tool
Know my spirit talking a mystic 'bout to let loose

Electric fuse through the water be diluted
Poor mans mind be accompanied by illusions
Snoozing

at the front row 
So that at the Bema Judgement you don't get by smelling like smoke 

We having fun tho, bro 
Mix it up on tracks like a Dominican sancocho 
I

Hank and Tammy, man and wife, sixty nine years old
Living hand to mouth a Winnebago for their home
Too poor to retire and too old to employ
So they

town
Had a dude named Taylor up in NYC
And the poor fool couldn't break the habit
It's the same old shit, man the same old junk
That fuck around

what happens when a man is
Beaten down by society
Quietly
Mocked and ridiculed
His contributions dismissed as minuscule
We're a minute to
Midnight
Any

understood the logic, all you did was live by it
You never carried the cross your equilibrium and balance is off
You never paid dues, somebody always paying

I'm silencin' lambs when I'm reelin'em in
And I'm eating again like a homeless man
Finding chicken in hand
Poor before, so you know I understand
You

to be a better man
Can you show me how to make it out again
Part of me is excellence
The other part is heaven sent
Crossed the sea like exodus
Made it

V-12 Ford

Blazing Haley

Music to Kill For

1999

roar 

As we hit third gear man, my-o-my
We flew by that Chevy and passed her by
I slid her into fourth and I'm proud to say
That poor old Chevy saw

Glass dick crack will bring you right
On in the light man
I don't care if your black
White, Chinese, rich, poor, you take
That first hit
You on a mission

torch/
When the road forked, you chose the wrong one to cross, off course/
Lost in a sea of misery, degrees of torture/
And misfortune, gutted like a pork

head, bitch I got a fever

I just poured a three in this little ass one liter
Hard by myself, I ain't paying nan for no feature
I'll take you boys back