Lyrics:
to this better life
Somehow I feel you'll never see the faces change
Through thick and thin,
She stood by you
She held the key to my broken heart
I
Driven out by thieves,
I watch them pillage the planet
fuelled by a fattening greed,
trees fall to the hatchet
chopping against the grain,
our
I buried him down by the river
'cause that's where he liked to be
And every night when the moon is high
I go there and weep openly
He and I were
cracks
The nigga that would soil in your jacks
Feed 'em with trays the size of light bulbs
Coke so bright, it shine like white gold
And the hoes like
I could
If she let me, if you have a second I could explain
Like so many transitions in life that people change
Whether I'm on top soil, or dead in
the soil.
One thousand, nay a million voices full of fear.
And terror possessed me then.
And I begged,
"Angel of the Lord, what are these tortured
the soil.
One thousand, nay a million voices full of fear.
And terror possessed me then.
And I begged, "Angel of the Lord, what are these tortured
[Verse 1]
Desperado always drinkin' out the bottle
Young hyena with the HK hollow point staple spray
Turf tight soil block warrior from the avenue
mentally can he really play ball
Dumbfounded by out the ghetto conversations
His mentality's oh so so small
Get the cream
Get the hoes
Get the cars
He
betwixt the air itself
And he brought me into a vast farmlands of our own Midwest
And as we descended cries of impending doom rose from the soil
One
I come to you with strange fire
I make an offering of love
The incense of my soil is burned
By the fire in my blood
I come with a softer answer
The doungeon, with vermin
In the form of emcees determined
To step foot on God soil
Not knowin' that these egg heads come hard boiled
And heavy
Below the lid of a vast rounded monument
Trickling of gristly vestiges and whacked hopes
Enhanced by the horrible excess of fetid exhalation
Below the lid of a vast rounded monument
Trickling of gristly vestiges and whacked hopes
Enhanced by the horrible excess of fetid exhalation
were bruised and they were battered by the breeze
Searching for a place
To be free
Sun burn summers and
Frost by winter
The kids were plainly
were bruised and they were battered by the breeze
Searching for a place
To be free
Sun burn summers and
Frost by winter
The kids were plainly
[Dead men tell no tales.
Up push the daisies till the soil is stale
In a powder blue tux for the farmer's sale
Mr. big sleep with the carp
eighteen wheeler Mack's
in the truck lanes, from the rugged grains
of Shaolin soil, the red wolves be prowlin
Howlin over the shit that got
nedvíham telefón
Hm um um, nevadí, hm um um, nevadí
Hm um um, nevadí, hm um um, nevadí
Tvoji kamaráti volajú mi každú noc (každú noc)
Sami môžu za to, že
by live
You like the bad, bad, bad girl
My huckle wow with it
Go up and down with it
Watching by live
Watching by live
Um time da ra ra ra
Um time da
Mutilated by Depths
Infernal wounds, lacerated, eviscerated.
Miscellaneous razorblades are piercing my flesh,
My blood spurts, stains and soils
And fill your mind with pleasant thoughts of champagne by ya tub
Rose petals as you walk you know the floor don't need ta see ya
I got that good stroke
to the shore by the watchers of the bay
I wait, til I come back like a tsunami
Never microwave like the watchers of the weight
I'm wrapped in aluminum foil, I do
England, that's what I named my son: Knight
He was born to be one, that's how my game was won
White 740 Beamer, licked by an angel's tongue
I'm livin'
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