Lyrics:
a peter pan
Im tryna grow up out this bitch heard
Yeh I got bigger plans
If my path was on the land then a couple miles down
I'd be shaking all the hands
by in Porsche
2 years later I'm picking her purses
Get them secret pockets where I hide them percots
4 years I'm counting them murders
Last boy played
a difference
I have no tolerance for black ignorance
I keep striving, driving 'cause I'm driven
By the course of Allah, the true and living
Cream
They call me bad hombre pistol packing renegade
Thirty thousand pesos for each one of the men I've slayed
Lawmen try to put me in jail but watch me
They call me bad hombre pistol packing renegade
Thirty thousand pesos for each one of the men I’ve slayed
Lawmen try to put me in jail but watch me
I must have dreamed 1000 dreams
Been haunted by a million screams
But I can hear the marching feet
They're moving into the street
Now did you read
Galacto inspector do you read me?
Yes captain.
Status?
Completed.
Your mission was to land on the dirtball and explore it thoroughly.
You were
Galacto Inspector do you read me?
Yes Captain status?
Completed your mission was to land on the
Dirtball and explore it thoroughly
You were
the
Afternoon...
Explosions, 1,000 or more, announcing
Tidal waves and hurricanes...
And down on earth we lost 3 continents.
Their fiery soul snuffed out by
through a windshield
The nine merely is handheld
The AK is hands on
Now the battlefield I can land
On one thousand mines
And don't blow up because I'm
at the overlord’s fortress and shields.
War waged on as days turned to years,
Children were born to this conflict and steered,
The pathways of history these lands
the land of the unseen hand that holds trouble
Theorize your game, it's difficult to roll a double
The struggle ain't right up in ya face, it's more subtle
shame
Men women children dying
In their thousands by the day
cs cruel & heartless landlords
Without mercy looked away
They said it was Gods lesson
We
thousand years of awe and sorrow
Suffering in solitude
If only he'd be free, what a garden accessory
He'd be, we'll see
One thousand years of awe and sorrow
the moment under…
Please just let me be
I can see they hate on me
Getting cheddar like the lottery
Making classics by the year like I'm on salary
Outa sight
land, I've got
Nothing to say
Living forevermore, leaving today
For all what remains I've got
Nothing to say
Oh, how many years have gone
Every morning I
land, I've got
Nothing to say
Living forevermore, leaving today
For all what remains I've got
Nothing to say
Oh, how many years have gone
Every morning I
It'll just look ugly
For a thousand years...)
You can't run a country
By a book of religion
Not by a heap
Or a lump or a smidgeon
Of foolish rules
Here we are at the end
Somehow it's December again
I can't believe everything that went down this year
Or how much worse it could have been
So I'm
Contaminating the world
Defying god and son
Black heart that brings your death
Living in infamy
Drink the flesh of life itself
Prepare to reign a thousand
that's living in me
I'm keeping it distance, Can't be surrounded by these demons
I'm hella Consistent, This is only the beginning
What I've been doin',
fought wind and fire and rain,
I've even fought a war, and what for?
The years haven't been kind yet still we survive
We're just living one day at a time
it, sad avenue
Nothing ever works
Year to year
Week to week
We are just living by the hope
That never gets realistic
Sad Avenue
I'm from a place where
In the state of Mississippi many years ago
A boy of 14 years got a taste of southern law
He saw his friend a hanging and his color was his
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