Lyrics:
has a cause and effect
But I first test the mic with the 1-2 check
The hip-hop world made the Juice Crew orphans
Gained our respect sealin' up much
A poor orphan girl named Maria
Was walking to market one day
She stopped for a rest by the roadside
Where a bird with a broken wing lay
A few
A poor orphan girl named Maria
Was walking to market one day
She stopped for a rest by the roadside
Where a bird with a broken wing lay
A few
YO
Negative momentum is shifted by sickness
Like a shy victim twice bitten
With venom dyin, foamin, cryin n spittin
A lotta these rappers are weak n
of enemies when i road by
But my energy so live
It's the opposite of ambien, i swear
I call it feelin' like a champion
It's like the opposite of ambien
I call
are falling down deep
Like children into sleep
And the candy has been counted
And the bonfire will be haunted
By orphans who are heard but never
The roller coaster lands in the ocean
Alas, the commotion is matched by the force of the splash
The source of the blast was a porcelain gat
The orphan in
Sitting alone in an old rocking chair,
I saw an old mother with silvery hair,
She looked so neglected by those who should care,
Rocking alone in
A tattooed madman, I am hell on wheels
Born a wicked child left alone in the fields
My father was the wind, my mother was fire
Raised by
bed with that child,
A figure behind the glass,
Me in his mouth
The man has come and gone,
Aroused my photographic memory
Orphan sons and his raw
A tatooed madman, I'm hell on wheels
Born a wicked child left alone in the fields
My father was the wind, my mother was fire
Raised by
Freezing had me feelin' like an orphan
The pain stingin'
And gettin' stung by a hornet ain't the same
Neither it run further and way deeper
Than
this
Struck down by the weight of the world
We now turn to an empty sky
Condemned to vile existence:
We have failed to make sense of all this
There's a book by an author
Named Carol S. Pearson from the mid-70s
Called "The Hero Within, Six Archetypes We Live By"
Even though it's nearly
plague on a fictive level still haunts computerized levels in the new world taken from the mind of the insane rose of orphans to fuel the creation
the kids still bury seeds?
And get taken with uncertainty like
Me scared of leavin? ' how are the poets
The women and the orphans torn?
I miss 'em all like,
a car parked by the ocean
What a vision to behold
The lights from the chemical plant
She says my heart is like an orphan
And your words are like
orphans
Is there a bridge for the endless mote?
A river for the arid throat?
A sun for the winter flower?
A knight in the weeping hour?
The poison sails
to understand.
What happened then as he took her by the hand...
Little lights are burning bright in you
Little lights are burning bright in you
Orphan leaves
you don't want the rain?
I never asked for the world, just a portion
Tryin to make a good soldier out of daddy's little orphan
But management called
morning
One grey morning
One of many grey mornings
Always turning up without warning
One grey morning
One of many dream orphans
You follow up
should I care
Either way
If what you say is true?
What if they die on the road to Rathmines
Where a dog in two minds times his run to perfection
An orphan
P-36
SIRENS BLAST
PANIC STRIKES THE WORKERS
RESCUE TEAM STAND BY
HURRY TO PUT OUT THE FIRE
IN ONE OF THE STILTS OF THE OIL RIG
AT THIS VERY MOMENT
calm my friend, you will never be like them!
Delusion is at sight but victory at hand
A mourn to all those fallen ones dragged out by the uneven tide
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