Lyrics:
called out to a God who is good
And He lifted me up
Now I'm washed by the Blood
Which gifted me with everything I'll ever need
And it's heavenly such
with blood I didn't know I got hit but there's no
Time to stop no time to explain man I'm in too deep with this everyday
Ghetto pain
Black men are
Home, welcome home
To that table spread for me, wash your sin and be made clean
To arms opened welcome home
In that fountain filled with blood
There's
I'm not who I used to be
I'm not who I used to be
There's something wrong with me
Something wrong with me
Something wrong with me
I'm not, I don't
and who the man is
I'm just a mere man, He is the king of kings
God of every season, summer, winter, that's fall and spring
I don't live by what I see,
a shell-hole filled
With tears and muddy water
And bits of broken heart
All around, there is desolation
Scenes of devastation
Of a love been torn apart
Upon arrival
To The Dragon's hill
The field was filled with crush skulls
And broken bones
Whether they belong to beast or human
Was unable to be known
that can keep us both together
Is by taking my own life with my finger upon the trigger!
Kept on thinking, thinking, thinking till I've accepted my
and persevere
Hitting with shells filled with thought-provoking lyrics
Misfits admit you're counterfeits and submit
Retire or get tossed in the crossfire
I came
won't believe it
When I come up on you and leave you in pieces
This thing in my brain make a stain when it bang
And I'll always be filled up with hate
Sweet sweet love there's no more here
I'm starting to fear there's no point in tomorrow
That life is held on by sorrow
The pain for forever illuminates
wait.
All from living in barren lands filled with immense angst.
Where both life and beauty have gone astray.
Yet even in the absence of such lovely
and
keep moving forward
You'll make it home by the morning
Since that dismal may
Been distant with dismay,
Now there's distance gained
I escaped that
You don't care
And Lowkey been saying this for a while
But you still kill an innocent child
Blood Fountains, No it's not mild it's vile
Is this really
Ridin' round my city, blowin' smoke out the window
Hammer tucked, lungs filled up with indo
BoutaDolla, get you served like a fiend
I got Molly, I
the fire, it breathes
Cry, look at the sky
Right, before you die
What pain will it take, take?
The blood in my heart
Boils with vengeance
My ears are
there is pride,
but wisdom is found in those who take advice.
11 Dishonest money dwindles away,
but whoever gathers money little by little makes it grow.
sjull spit a full clip chest left holy like a pulpit
head and neck snapped like a bullwhip
mind is an elaborate, hazardous labyrinth
filled with ravenous,
Viciously screaming into the night
My eyes were bloodshot and filled with pride
I could see it in his eyes he knew he would die
Butcher leaning on his
foes reload.
Waterfight!
Better flee the scene
Before the bombs explode.
The fountain of youth
Is just a bucket of blood
A sugar bowl filled up with
Two piece you with this love and word defeat the misery (I love you)
Then plead the blood of Jesus Christ that's flawless victory (The blood, the blood
niggaville
And he regret that his school is filled
With niggas jews and wetbacks
Plus chinks now he drinks
Hour after hour screaming white power
the muthafuckin' skinheads
'Cause he can't deal with the overkill
college ain't nothin' but niggaville
and he regret that his school is filled
with niggas jews
temptation
I've lined my closet with skeletons
All upon respective coat hangers
There's blood and craft's the culprit
Pulpit told me life's a cliffhanger
I've
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