Lyrics:
And watch my ghost hunt that ass down
I'll grab your feet at night and tickle your back bone with a blade
And blow your fuckin dome with a gernade
I'll stick
Crash test babies and the low life ladies
Sell their hearts and souls to the night.
Redlight district, the misguided misfits
Roam the streets 'til
murder them" (X 2)
Last night a bitch bust my crib and found a carcass
Tried to press charges
But I walked free regardless
Like, Tony Montana
My trigger
students saved my life
By the time you’re hearing this your favourite Scribe will have a wife
Pain is dark as winter nights I’m tryna live to see the light
Watch the sun set on the city.
See the night creeping up bringing the shadows of death.
He runs down the alley with gun shots around him
He dodging
Worthy (yeah!)
He's Worthy
Counted by the children
dinner
Toys and new action figures
The love never ever missing
Game nights and memories
Uncle, cousin, sister, please
Come and hug me
Come and touch me
at an early age
A child of conflict in so many ways
At night, thieves of life roam streets til the light
Let off a violent lullaby, what's normal is horrifying
HERE
ICONS WILL FALL
ONCE AND FOR ALL
A HEART-SHAPED PIECE OF WOOD
ST. CATHERINE BY THE WELL
THE BIRDS ARE IN THE AIR
STREETS HAVE NEW NAMES
THE WAR
to play around the way
Those were the good timez,
Growing up as a child, carefree,
Momma said I was wild by three
Even pops showed me love he was there
I
here but you
Last night I watched the sunset from the Arc de Triomphe
And I lost myself in paintings by Monet
And I made this little promise
Extermination.
Nights of endless fulfilled with days of torment.
Men turn to killing-machines.
Streets turn to battlefields.
Where we shed
of town
Oh what a friend this town has in Jesus
If you look at what John Roland had tore down
Before the spirit touched his soul
He left the street
of town
Oh, what a friend this town has in Jesus
If you look at what John Roland has tore down
Before the spirit touched his soul
He kept the streets
children...as the
World turns ..gravity pulls..we hold it down..It's Q..D...T...and
Me...The best pound for pound
Vs.2: IQ & T-Strait
It's
people on the street
~ THEY NEED TOUCH ~
Cyber junkies, losing sense of reality
~ IT MEANS SO MUCH ~
Surrounded by machines without a bit of soul
Ignoring
I was in a car
Sitting with my mother
A couple miles from home at a store just down the street
And I was getting restless
But nothing seemed
to try to help him keep his son, and now he's in an unmarked van stealing children off the street. So I got stoned and opened up my mouth. Feigned surprise
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