Lyrics:
up this morning
There was a melody in my head
Hurried so I wouldn't forget it
I grabbed the pen and paper by the bed
Hummed it a couple of times
I know you know
Truth is good
To win the goal
There comes a time
Fight or flight
All behold
The legacy mine
Hark the herald angels sing
you go-
Home to Skid Row!
Home to Skid Row!
(Yes, you go)
Downtown
Where the cabs don't stop.
Downtown
Where the food is slop.
Downtown
Where
'Cause in our hearts
We seek the part that God designed for us...
There was a crash and a flash and a million faces
And it lit that great big sky
And in
Moral law! The drinker's guide
Was handed down by god
Sacred law for man to follow
Revere them as your own
Life's too short to waste your brew
It's
she could hear the cars roll by,
Out on four forty one like
Waves crashing on the beach,
And for one des'rate moment there
He crept back in her
across from Bronx River
Short Puerto Rican looked it kinda slow
Spittin when he talk from a mouth full of gold
[M] I'm holdin by that
[Y] Just be out
[M]
cold machine might show)
Smiling like a face
Waiting for a telephone call of a beloved feline
She is in a state and it's California
She's been there for
Call me a dreamer
'Cause I call it mine
Heaven, yeah, I won't care
And call me crazy
'Cause I'm homesick for it
Yet I have never been there
When you think you've reached the end of the line
Walls that once blocked your way
Come tumbling down
And you'll find the answers were there all
the eyes of the six fingered beast
Percussion is a cancer spreading to your cage
Blue light, beauty's got it's victim by the tail
(Five more minutes
He'll fade away too soon
A human form in violent void
A sight to see, a sin so sacred
He kills his heart choice by useless choice
He is a god that
someone taste the barrel, 16 inches set to blow
Is it time to pull the trigger, such a deed is done with ease
Will the act of playing God give my dark
What's 2 Be - Howland Hyatt
Written by Johnny Hyatt, Stet Howland, and Jim Kelly
Listen up there honey I ain't got no shame
Been beaten down
Obamacare
Cause sales rocket everywhere
Armageddon for Evangelicals is
When niggas get a good job good God
All minorities unite
They hate women's rights
Baby mama, hold my hand, tell me that it's gonna end
Look up, tell me God is great, then, baby, why the sky so grey?
Lay my head in your lap as you
memories
Lakes of burning sulphur
Where there is no sky
Just the void up above
This is the place I call home
Where I dwell by myself
But never all alone
got me some haters, I need more (oh, I need more)
I got all these bad bitches, I need more (oh, I need more)
And my son, he is a rich kid, he need
this lifestyle is wild and I drive you crazy but
I'm all in like I'm tryna own the casino
I just feel like my life is movie by Scorsese
Look at how
here
A place laid to waste by humanity
The storms destroy
The quakes awaken
The end is calling
The end is here
In a life of choice
I chose
never shed a tear
Cause they don't love a nigga here
[Z-Ro]
American me, could it be my own
War is out to murder me
I'm ready to kill, and I'm ready
to a different world
Cause right here is a motherfucking nightmare
It's Young Gotti, I'm always the motherfucking underdog, dog
Wait a minute, I got a question
When I nod at the life deeply,
it's better after having lived
as hard as possible
Someone said,
"No God in the world"
Understanding is possible,
but
l'm back
Yo God yo
l'm listening to that shit again men
Like this shit is so fucking dope men
Like it make me so happy
You know what l mean is like is
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