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Living maze,
Living maze,
Formed by numb spirits,
Living maze,
Formed by numb spirits,
Living maze,
Numb spirits.

Disabled nation,
From
Tired of living in the modern world
Another casual flag left unfurled by love
Tired of living inside my mind
Another casualty out of time for us
Tired of living in the modern world
Another casual flag left unfurled by love
Tired of living inside my mind
Another casualty out of time for us
the inside 
The clock will keep on ticking 
For when I saw it 
I knew it needed 
To spend the night with you 

By the hand she led me 
To that lonely
wolf with my sympathy alone in the cold

He lives his life he was reckless
Hardened by his life, he sees through lies
He lives his life, he was reckless
want for you to love me 'cause, baby, you're all that I need 

I think back to all the things that we've been through 
I can't imagine living my life
can't die now cause I got another show to do

Don't give me no pity don't give me no grief
Wit till I die for sympathy
Just help me with this amp
I can't die now 'cause I got another show to do

Don't give me no pity don't give me no grief
Wit till I die for sympathy
Just help me with this
How can a man feel anything
When all he ever got was sympathy?
Take both your hands and put them round my neck
You're a fool for wanting
feeling like what I deserve I didn't get
But I'ma stick it out, believe I'ma keep my head up
And show my loyalty for Eazy E, even though I'm fed up
1997
have done

Stole a few cars, never got caught
Started some fights in the scrimmage
We got caught up in the image
Of playing young rebels by
Honey bee, she say I got too much sympathy.
But I can call her anytime.
And if you're lost and you need a little peace from me,
Bring all your
I was woken up at four a.m. by your screams and anguished cries
Your mother was singing in the bathroom, she will never be my child
Oh baby talks
Life is running slowly through our hands
Fade away like footsteps in the sand
Passing by us
And all our visions want astray
We're living with
to its arms
By the sleeves of your shirt
The years didn't change your looks
Apparently

I waited for hours
Hopin' you'd wake up
Until I decided to leave
house up above

The Lord didn't give you that baby, by no hundred thousand miles
He just think you need some sunshine and he lent it for a while
And he
â??til you're skin and bones and when we finally reach the end, you'll fall into our open arms, accept our tears of sympathy. Make way for our emptiness.
(Jimmy P. Brown II, George Ochoa)
What kind of society do we have
Where doing the wrong is right?
Living by rules pressured in
Throughout time
All is dead in me, except my will to be
Living blood no longer feeds me
Need no sympathy, for the life of being dead
Of being eternally, I'm no
you
is just one of my truths

so i
i'm goin' home
to please the one i so love pleasing
and i don't expect
he'll have much sympathy for my
(explosion)


[verse one]

Flippin' the the game
Niggas that got that 'cane
Murder mr. dopeman still in this rap game
It's 1997, my niggas gone to heaven
Rest
I am the demon, cold-blooded demon
Bloodthirsty, hateful and cruel
Controlled by something living in my head
I am the demon, miserable demon
Fire
stash the house 
Professional bitches, destined for riches and precious jewels 
Distracted by the size of my ass, had you fooled 
I ain't getting'
the house
Professional bitches, destined for riches and precious jewels

Distracted by the size of my ass, had you fooled
I ain't getting' nada, forget
We're living in a joke time, metaphorical coke time
Commerce and guru men, run the whole world man
Old drunken debauchery, old world brutality
Cold

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