Lyrics:
at last
Fighting together for light
Sons and daughters of Abraham
Lay down to a higher command
Don't be tricked by the acts of man
God's wisdom
young child's face
In her hands she grips
Can you imagine all that greed and avarice
Coming down on that child's lips
Well I hope I don't die too soon
I
there at the end of each day's run
Trying in some way to fill the place of a daughter or a son
And I listen as they tell me of their families of days gone
it's finna go up (Jesus)
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he
while I smile at the camera
Broken jawbone on my pistol
Badge is caked with blood and tissue
Daughter up in heaven laughing looking down 'cause she ain't
homework better be finished, I beat yo' ass
Yo' teachers better not be bitchin' 'bout you in class
That pizza better not be wasted, you eat it all
That TV
Eye on the TV
'Cause tragedy thrills me
Whatever flavor it happens to be like
Killed by the husband
Drowned by the ocean
Shot by his own son
comes with its perfected sons
He will be known by the scars
For a time He sought to tell the world He was the Way
That God the Father had a human
burns like acid
I'm a complete analyzer of your entire eye
Gave ya the tone to tour, to walk on by
I'm the insect in your pie, the hair to your lie
Bloody hell and hatred are burning in my eyes
Death by suffocation will be my own demise.
Fingers raw and bleeding
Buried in your lies
Darkness is
nightmare,
Voices in head persecute everywhere!
First death is daughter, second is son,
Their muffled screams interflowed to one!
Stroke of the backsword
the gun
He'll see by his grave
On the stone that remains
Carved next to his name
His epitaph plain
Only a pawn in their game
all I've got
I've worn it through it all
As I give in and integrate
The Matrix breaks me down
The kyke will denigrate himself
For the amusement
Deep in the woods where it all began
Souls be damned in this frigid land
Friends turn on friends
Neighbors upon neighbors
Daughters turn on mothers
in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the face
That she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for
All the lonely people
Where do they all come
Since Big ain't here, I'm about to do it for T'yanna
And put roses on the grave of Kanye's mama
This for all the lost girls locked up in the pen
generation Transylvanian
I see the vampires walkin', don't be gripped by fear, you aren't next
We're all the sons and daughters of vampires who drained
in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the face
That she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for
All the lonely people
Where do they all come
dead-end in Dallas
They buried innocence that year
I know it's true, oh so true
'Cause I saw it on TV
We gathered round to hear the sound comin'
his mother like no other
His daughter was his sister
and his son was his brother
One thing on which you can depend is
He sure knew who a boy's best
in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the face
That she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for
All the lonely people
Where do they all come
the class of the class of thirteen
Born in the era of humility
We are the desperate in the decline
Raised by the bastards of 1969
My name is no one,
children
His son, the Doctor's up in Ohio
His daughter owns a bank in California
But he don't ever see them anymore.
The old man no one loves is what
in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the face
That she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for
All the lonely people
Where do they all come
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