Lyrics:
a callin', saying hold every strong heart dear
These are the days when it seems like there's nothing but newspapers, order, fear
Praise to the ones who are
Your reign of terror will be met with terror
I crush those who worship you beneath my heel
I cut the strings (one by one) of the marionettes
While
hated me
But then I got a little bit older
And I realized she was the crazy one
But there was nothing I could do or say to try to change it
'Cause
the booth, I spit
But my respect is overdue, I'm showing you the flow no one do
'Cause I don't own no diploma for school, I quit
So there's nothing for me
But he walked thru the door
Shaking cobwebs of dreams from his head
And later that day
As he knelt to pray
He said God grant me this nothing more
Ja tell it, that's murder inc boy's, that's real killers
Money laundering, tax avaid and drug dealers
Backed by chemical grit, you can't be serious
But he walked through the door
Shaking cobwebs of dreams from his head
And later that day
As he knelt to pray
He said God grant me this nothing
at the table, too
The same blood as you and me
Speak very softly
Hold my hand
Someone is sleeping in my bed
Priests pass by
Worms crawl in
One dreams
On the outs I lace up, the world I face up
To score on anybody, its war on everybody
The new guys come in blood shot between the eyes
As long
faith nothing less
Going down facing death
God is our anti-stress
Praise him until my death
Aye!
I worship you lord (you died for me)
I worship you lord
Wiseblood shake em down to his knees
Aim to please
There's blood on the street but there's nothing to steal from me
Cause I walk alone but at least I
wanna find me a better scene
Where it's not the same opinion
I'd rather go to a funeral
Than to this high school reunion
April Fool thought you're
shed blood for my dog
Got no love for the Law-But I shed blood for my dog
[Wish:]
See Young Thug could tell me nothing
Ya Fuck up I Shed blood
Gotta
a gritty fiend for,
Money, power, respect, get it by any means uh,
New Yorker, slick talker, walk like a brick flipper,
Decimal doctor, multiply to get
worship the Satan
But I keep him close by
Hexxing enemies, devine
Blood of christ, inside the chalice
Candles burning, I feel carnage
Black robe on me, im
love girl to cascade
Oh but the dreams are all shattered
What can I do now that your
Love has left my life
My dreams are cut to shreds by jealous
if you go away
But if you stay, I'll make you a day
Like no day has been or will be again
We'll sail the sun, we'll ride on the rain
We'll talk
yak, I want to fuck
I take a hit of that chronic, it got me stuck
But really what's amazing is how I keep blazing
Towel under the door smoke until
Sitting by the fire, listening to the radio
He knows his life will never be nothing but OK
Sometimes at night you can hear Jack pray
Jack worships
And our hearts were high
And the day was young
And the night was long
And the moon stood still
For the night bird's song
If you go away
But if you
youngins do is rhyme like they inebriated
I'm hated but yeah, that's how you know I made it
I'm one of the illest, I'm one of the realest, I'm ready
dances
To the tune of a concertina
Blood dryin' in my yellow hair as I go from shore to shore
I know what it is that has drawn me to your door
But
I've got no politics, no influential friend or two
I've got ideas, but it's nothin' I picked up at school
I might be running, but I'm never running
muh'fucker up only if it feels right
Stop all your blood clot cryin, I was flyin'
Made it to school with barely 'nuff time to sign in
Yeah I hear
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