Lyrics:
as the lines on his hands
What's this I see
Through the eyes of the King
Still sits upon his throne
Guarded by walls of stone
Through the years he surely has
A rabbit bein' chased by a big, black dog
Through the early mornin' fog
Over the meadow and past the bog,
They were runnin'
The rabbit had
as the lines on his hands
Whatâ??s this I see
Through the eyes of the King
Still sits upon his throne
Guarded by walls of stone
Through the years he
the face, closed casket
Huh, huh, bop
Look his pretty kids in the face, poor bastards
Goddamn, drive bys in a Winnebago
Snipers never hit a baby, crib
a switchblade knife
For forty-three dollars, my friend lost his life
Ohhh I'd love to spit some Beech-Nut in the dude's eye
Shoot him with my mother f****n old
way across the room to you
And I got nervous, thinking, "What's she gonna do?"
She grabbed you by the arm, I'm thinkin', "I'm through"
Then you look
And resting on His goodness, I lose my doubts and fears
Tho' by the path He leadeth, but one step I may see;
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches
thumbin' that bitch
Cum in that bitch (ho), drummin' that (huh, huh)
Drummin' that bitch
Choppa doin' circles, it's a Bird, Bird
Take him to the party,
feel a song in my heart again
I knew as soon as I felt him lookin' through me
I feel a song in my heart again
High on the wings of the things he's
Now he's on the defense
Momentum is shifting my way
A savage brawl, I hear his voice
Pure terror in his cries
Break his balance, slam him
Eye nigga ready to die
For my bread and them niggaz that considered me family
Hold it down mayne I got you til we up there wit' granny
[Verse 4
The actor leaves the stage with a rose in his hand
He settles in the back seat his thoughts are like fine sand
Driven through the rain swept
Have him feel the strength of a black magnum,
Body bag him, nobody is as bad as them.
As shown as them, set kissed like FM.
Life in 1-4
Just another day
That my Lord, my Lord has kept me
Yes it is
Just another day
That I've been in my saviors care
Yes it is
Wanna say through he
Two-forty as his speed
Hitch him to an open sleigh
And crack! you'll take the lead.
Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells,
Jingle all the way!
What fun it is
Been through it but here though
Don't move with the weirdos
Dress pimpin' the toast like let's win
Penthouses on West and 4th, pipes and Mac 6
While
And while we're blaming society
He's at a party with his man
They got their eye on the gold chain
That the next man's wearing
It looks big but they ain't
hey, hey oh la
Hey, oh hey, it ain't over yet
Turned that bottle up and started drinking
It was a long, long time before he pulled it away
His eyes
The moment that you saw him
You just looked the other way
The blood within his eye
Was like a curse
He had two heavy pistols
Which were greasied up
the cards were
By the way they held their eyes
So if you don't mind my sayin'
I can see you're out of aces
For a taste of your whiskey
I'll give you some
through
Momma's baby's been found guilty
Now it's time he pays his dues
Well that Angel sat and cried
With her family by her side
And she stared down that
the morning he'll open his eyes
He won't remember much
And I won't ask him why
I cannot find him anywhere here
By the time he gets back I'll have dried my
back, I got forever
As the weather, talks to us
Him rockin the Holy Spirit walks through us
The blunted eyes of the youth search for a guide
A thug is
Just a quiet man looking for his dinner
Bible in his hand but he don't read
People pass him by but they never considered
To lend a helping hand in
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