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Being burned by the flame I believe it's not the same A sign of the time It's a very dangerous game I simply can't ignore What's causing so much war
a Glock, and don't hesitate to use it Gotta stay alive by any means, do it Let's go on the run, stack dough up If it don't make money, so what, uh Bad
won't last forever But its thicker than blood The best reason I can think of to have come all this way What keeps us here Is bonds that we share
make a way And by His blood He'll win us Son of Adam, Son of Heaven Given as a ransom Reconciling God and man Christ, the mighty champion What
Jesus is my co-pilot Or that's just what they But it's not the Savior Who guides me every day The soul that's deep inside of me Once so clean
Oh my heart longs to be purified; oh my heart longs to be refined Chorus: A holy heart is what I long for, what I cry for, what I need A heart that
I slept outside in the rain again Kicked off the couch by my last friend For stealin' his old lady and his dope It's been this way since I was a kid
Loved by no one You both threw me away This distance is killing me Went south to start your new life I was just a boy, how could you leave me behind?
last breath and it will all be gone. My scream for justice disappears into the night. This is what we created, driven by greed. All heavens angels
So a red paper bag broke my heart today No one knows that it came form your hands The blood is still perched by the third letter form the right
healed Only decaying Will I ever outrun the visions of pain? They never go away Never subsided by the things that I take Only to stay Blood stained
There is not much time From the ages past, all fear this day of reckoning The storm of the undead Has come to pass turning green blood red The storm
If this is the front line There's no hope for the world Devils, we're raised by fucking devils Who've been raised by fucking devils Wearing our
Chillin' with my shoota's with a drive-by High-tech n' corollas high as fuck Coughing blood I just got pneumonia "I don't care i don't care! I don't wanna
be fine With you standing here by my side I miss it though Hip clothes You wore calico What a wonderful mess we made on our road If tomorrows no more,
behind. She's at home now. Peace unrecognized. Peace eludes me. I'll run after it for life. The lightning pain shoots through my mind. Alone, is it by
probably punch like your brother Catch a right, what it is? Does it fuck with your pride? Punching women, does it give you a high? Does it give you
I'm feelin' like I'm finna die, bitch I cry alone every fuckin' night, bitch I ain't got nobody by my side Ayy, ayy Fuck them other people, though They
can't be right! Door bell a ringer Like nigga Who could that be? night Blood on my fingers again She run then I bring her to pen Green marijuana
waited simply Enchanted by life's passage Dying is such a glorious birthright Take my body take me away I am abandoned Just waiting for the end to come I
the poison It's all pointless if you don't have a purpose If you read the verses You'll know who we versing Government can't tell you what your worth is Look
after The Mac's rapture, I represent, that's what I'm on the map for Who the fuck gonna fuck with the scandalous 1-8-7 on these mothafuckin amateurs
representation We will not pay a toll in blood The old men were sitting on top of the hill While the younger Ushered a place for both down by the creek
alone Beneath the piles of scorched flesh and fragmented bones, new life is seeded New life grows Fertilized by the carbonized waste Growing through
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