Lyrics:
I'm an honourable man
But I'm cursed and afflicted
Disgrace of my breed when desire is freed
I'm a slayer, betrayer of my creed
The savage in me is
kids speakin' 'cause it's naturally in us
But the false prophets by tellin' us we born sinners
Venders of hate, got me battlin' my own mind state
disconnect is crippling!
On my boyhood bedroom wall there hung a poem by Rudyard Kipling
If you give a mouse your cookies, it'll follow you around
Big
break away from the devil's grasp
Hope is a prison
Bound by the chains
I have fallen victim to my own hands
Hope is a prison
Bound by the chains
I have
was bought by my mum not Herman.
Anyway, Glaucia wanted a way to get back at me and these prison boys seemed like the perfect way so she inserted her
had an horrible abortion ?
Submersion in the Inner Death Creation
I feel locked inside of, my own mental prison
Distorsion, emotional contortion
What
the shadows
I cannot run or hide
When I'm slowly taken over
By my own darker side
It's my forsaken fortress /x8
It's my forsaken fortress
The prison of my mind
now
One fifth of my life now nearly, almost
You would think I'd find the key by now
But it seems I have understood nothing
Shocking
What with
You can't take it
I wanna sleep I wanna dream
I wanna find another means
To escape outta this prison that my demons made for me
I wanna kneel I wanna
the pussy like my name is Creed
Bro you broke, why ain't you workin' at Dollar Tree
Bitch, I'm paid and fed, and I can't say the same for you
One false move,
Ridding creed, finding depth
The monarch pale
In your heart is now king
Therein a witch
Secret words are revealed
Find the alchemist
Own your song, set it
with my grandma in Puerto Rico
Where I proceed to download another language
By the age of three I learned and forgot multiple languages,
forgot who my
of complacency being replaced by feeling amazing
Not just fate that I'm winning
I'll make my own path
Too many snakes in my kitchen, I'll cut my own grass
We
visions
Most of them are so illegal I'll be
Fiddled by a man in prison
Still less awkward than when parents visit
All you should be hearing is like fucking
when
I got back it was this chicken
Special that Coach and LL make
Shit was great! Also made my own
Rice and noodles with it and
Put it on a tortilla
I haunted a basketmaker's shop.
Spending days ripping pictures from magazines,
taping them to the walls of my prison.
I remember walking by
of me
My hearts in a prison open up and let me be
Make my own decisions baby take control of me
Loving you is a sin devil takes my soul to keep
Lord
It’s a prison for the poor. So it’s a prison for this man.
So what I gotta do? (grind it)
When I’m partying (grind it)
Or M. I. A. (grind it)
Living by
every morning in the face of a cop
Because I used to take the nine and go ( *3 shots* )
So now I'm in prison and yo, it's like apartheid
Modernized
I've created my own prison
I cry out to God
Seeking only his decision
Gabriel stands and confirms
I've created my own prison
(And I said oh) so I
I've created my own prison
I cry out to God
Seeking only his decision
Gabriel stands and confirms
I've created my own prison
(And I said oh) so I
he knew then what it was son its timnaeat
Standin on my own thats by any means, feeling like left hand
Theirs nothing left to see, trials
pride
In our Holocaust
Now it's my creed
I'm from a stronger breed
My ancestors indeed had to bleed
Whipped 'till they were freed
And now
I look back
easier for you to tell me what's the matter
Than for me to figure out what's the matter on my own
But this four AM baits my oldest dream
Of a night so
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