Lyrics:
said? One dead
Gun to the head, didn't run
But instead, wash my hands and face
His blood, it shed
Never had it all, I was born demented
Fuck
exploited.
Peoples' pride and dignity is burnt in Napalm
And hand-held flame-throwers.
The poor and underprivileged are raped and tormented
By leaders who
"All I see is blood and murder, my mind state"
"Makes it too late for cops in tryin' to stop the crime rate"
"All I see is blood and murder, my
my hands (Blood on my hands)
Out of love
Used to fuck but now you’re gone
Told me that you found the one
Should’ve known that you wanted the fame
my dreams
Always blood inside my dreams
Always blood inside my dreams
I be sweating in my sheets
Demons drag me by my feet
I've been scared to go
All you killers, Devil's stoppin' [?]
I'm the guardian [?] on this throne
Blood on my hands again
Blood on my hands again
Blood on my hands again
the lights dimmer
Time to face the music, and I'm bout to go, Hans Zimmer
Workin' on my craft, late-blooming prodigy
Whole lotta syllables, got that Kweli
cant touch what belongs to the King
Blood Washed So Fresh So Clean
Cant, cant touch what belongs to the King
Hands off me belonged to di King
And hands
and explode
People flyin to the sky and explode
Bodies flyin to the sky and explode
And then the blood rains all over the road
Put your hands in the air like
I told my mans I would cut em some bread cuz he earned his kudos (Han)
Came up with a master plan now my bread, fat like sumo's (Han)
I Burned down
And the numbers that came
Through the fire and the flood
Clung to the tree
And were redeemed by the blood
From his hands it came down
From his side it came
like your liquor, your style like an Amstel
Smack a nigga til my motherfuckin hands swell
You ain't fly and you prolly guy can't sell
y'all niggas
Where should I start
Disjointed heart
I've got no commitment to my own flesh and blood
Left all alone
Far from my home
No one to hear me,
come and meet me bring them bloods and lets do this fuckin shit
rock bottom Yo homie i see my New York people
Come on all my bloods throw your hands in
Come on and put your hands together
Listen
I brought my sister Yvette along to sing this song with me
Is that alright? Come on sis let's break it
first SMACK event
You ain't run into me by
Accident before my crash pussy
Swear To God you ain't see me at a concert
Backstage and ask can you have my
to him.)
PILATE
I will not have my fwends widiculed by the common soldiewy.
(He walks slowly towards the other GUARDS.)
PILATE
Now ... anyone else feel
finish up with sharp knives
The fall guy, all my life been clawed by
Demons with their hellish fit's
And hellishness befall thy
As blood crisscrossed
We put on the armor, the armor of God
We walk by your spirit, we run by your blood
From face, to hands, to knees, to feet
We rise, we wait, we're
nailed your hands and feet
Innocence bled on that tree
And I'm made clean by the blood of the lamb
By the blood of the lamb
The blind can see again
Cut by the grindstone
Callused hands by will
Weathered years gone by
Tethered by promises
Worked through the thorns
Through blood, sweat, and tears
Death before dishonor put my trust up in these slugs
No trust, no love
Say bitch I get it up in blood
Tell me when did I go wrong, where did I go
work
Cutting hedges in the meadow by the stream
My blade slipped, I cut my hand and my own dear blood did flow
Upon the brown earth and the corn still
Rain rain wash away
All the sadness of past days
My hands are stained by the blood
Of my mistakes (My mistakes)
Rain rain wash away
All the sadness
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