Lyrics:
the good news sunk in
He paid a heavenly price
By giving His life
And I can't wait to go home to Him
I'm ready to go that distance
And God only knows
And he sho' puts me through it
But he can't stand to see
Anybody else do it…
First time out
From a brand new location
And the punks came by on they bikes
the street
Hauled in by the local police
She said, I'll bust you out of jail if you teach me to sail
On the wind
On the wind
On the wind
Darling, you called
holding hands
("Go fuck yourself!")
Mummy, when you shoot up, dear,
do not spew up, dear, in baby's face here
Give him a few beers to dry his wee tears
cold
I can see my breath
Yeah it's been a long time
Since I seen my friends
But maybe California
Can make amends
Rest my head
Can't count sheep when you
to build his own empire
With the same stones that were thrown at him!
This can't be the way it ends
I will rebuild and reclaim what's rightfully mine
A true
I bought me an auto an '81 Ford Escort wagon
Now the fan it be broke and the tailpipe it be draggin'
I feel like a shlemeel, my mechanics fit for
yeah
So here I am I'm crying loud
Can't you see
I gave up everything I had
For my dream
Sometimes I wish I sacrificed
This fucking life
So I could make
These things
They work in ways
I can't make up for the days
When you're not here
When no one's here with me
So I pray my heart won't turn to stone
I
through
You cant come close to a kings tomb
Ima run the game
Yeah the whole roost
Chicken little
I revolt against my oppressors like Sepoy
Yeah
joyfully
We give you the first salute
Lenin
Lenin!
They will ask you
They will ask me:
“Who is our banner, star, and armor?”
Each of us will say "Lenin"!
to do now
When not in Rome?
You by the Colosseum
Me in the Crown
Trying hard to make this bitter pill go down
This empty bed, it's late at night
I'm
In pool a blood nah a reservoir
Where I’m from you can feel the stress
Where Shawty got slumped by her BFF
I done came up, yea I’m feeling blessed
But
they ain't stupid
All these guns shoot fast as shit like Call of Duty
Look what money make a bitch wanna do I feel like Nudy
She gon' suck me a lil'
Lord can you hear me I just wanna talk
First off
I can't seem to really clarify my thoughts
Making up excuses why I do this just a simple thought
guitars was crossfaded Sucker tried to play me, say we outdated
Shit I don't give a fuck, cause I know how long you waited
The magic has returned, burn
(Immortal Technique)
Yeah its Harlem (ahahaa)
Tellin' you the other side of the story
(yeah)
Its that serious (let these muthafuckas know)
How should I start? I'm so confused
By now I'm sure you heard the news
Cats I got workin' on the block,
Got a plot for me to stop
In my heart, I
high off the flower
Time going slow by the hour
I'm sitting up in my room i feel like i got super powers
It make me feel good inside
Sativa making me
who would pay for my digits
But I cant have a nigga stalking me because he fell all in his feelings
Instead I make him pay me, he know I'm charging by
by the time that lasts
Make you wanna take back every second
So you wanna bring back every second
To re-live this moment with family, best
it then it's yours
He said he did so I played my position
Him and number 9 disappeared to the kitchen
Number 7 tell me how much of a whore her
on borrowed time if you need a reason
Niggas say heaven and hell
But I don't believe it
Just believe in spirit's
Just believe in breathing
Please help me if I
self sabotage
Line me up with the bullseye
While I load the gun
This one I can't outrun
Cause when I'm sober
I overthink everything
Emotionally hungover
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