Lyrics:
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me before I sell my soul
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me
The day will come when out of empty space
A flash of fire will light the children's face
Hopelessly, their last tears they will cry
Be too late
The day will come when out of empty space
A flash of fire will light the children's face
Hopelessly, their last tears they will cry
Be too late
yard looks a little rough
And God I miss that little boy who always kept it mowed
We say still lives where the tall grass grows.
So come by and get
Lies are told in a southern drawl
Poor-house poverty's your shtick
The real thing would kill you quick
Rise, again we will rise
Blood and fire used
To avenge the raped corpse from the grave
Blood of one mortal man
The fire grows stronger within
Fate of a frenzied lust
Lucifer takes my dark soul
coming from the person you're next to
Le the vultures of thought, pull the blood from the wound
'Cause if the soul is a symptom the condition is you.
on niggas now what you gon' tell us
Skydiver, short circuit just like a live wire
And give it the niggas because we got the fire!
All my people in
coming from the person you’re next to
Le the vultures of thought, pull the blood from the wound
‘Cause if the soul is a symptom the condition is you.
on my feet
I'd still be on my feet
Oh, I am a lonely painter
I live in a box of paints
I'm frightened by the devil
And I'm drawn to those ones that
ain't none (yeah)
Speak of the Devil
It's attack of the rain man
Chainsaw in hand, blood stain on my apron
Soon as the blade spun, vrrun, they run
like you can't go on
Don't you know you never walk alone no
You live in me
Gonna stand by your side now
Let me kiss all your tears away
You can
on my feet
I'd still be on my feet
Oh, I am a lonely painter
I live in a box of paints
I'm frightened by the devil
And I'm drawn to those ones that
blood red
Upon the Isle of the Dead
The mariners still tell the tale
Of the island gate to Hell
Where sinners of the seven seas
Live out the curse
Paid by the Bloods, raised by the Crips
Soulo Ho the prophecies, atrocities, exhibition
Oh yeah, now a nigga livin' good
But good could be better I
to slaughters by placid admirals
And the fats slow generals are getting obscene on young blood
Do you know we are ruled by TV?
The moon is dry blood beast
of the fallen fire in our eyes
Bound by the struggle united we stand
Together we'll conquer reclaiming our land
Blood of the oppressed fuels our fight
In the dead
and fire used to fill the night
Burnt and drowned by our very lives
You missed a sinking boat by years
Dollar signs, crocodile tears
Its over now
and the tears shed might claim you.
For the last time we have tasted
Love's sweet tears by the fire's glow.
If our hearts are strong there'll be
No long
have no shores
Haunted by that same closed door
Looking up at skies on fire
Leaving nothing left of us
To discover
[Chorus]
And the planets
to dry
For I've forced
All this time [2x]
With you, ooh
I was tempted by the power of desire
I surrendered to the calling of the fire
There's
I live on a battlefield
Surrounded by the ruins of the love we built
And then destroyed between us
The smoke has cleared
As I stumble through
ballers or the amateurs
I won't let you ruin my dreams or Harvey Weinstein the kid
Good morning, Matt Lauer, can I live?
Look at my new digs
The rooftop
still be on my feet
Oh, I would still be on my feet
Oh, I am a lonely painter
I live in a box of paints
I'm frightened by the devil
And I'm drawn
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