Lyrics:
in time, you'll see the line
The line that's drawn between the good and the bad
See the blind man, he's shooting at the world
The bullets flying,
(Hell)
This is (Hell)
This is (Hell)
This is (Hell)
This is
Hell, incest kids under pressure
In the corner clutching they genitals by the dresser
man slipping
And we the walking stick that he keep on gripping
I am become
The grave of the young
Sun coming through
But I wish it were blue
Yellow
a Lincoln on hold
OG by the O, shit my mans and 'dem grow
On the low he blend in think he regular joe
He the plug
Pump so much bass I need another sub
Ask
walkers, boys in blue
the army on the fly
And all of this and so much more
when a horse came riding by
And all the worlds so full of rage
No time
Except how I'm gettin home, tomorrow
Caesar drop you off when he see his P.O.(hey)
Back of my mind, I hope she swallow
Man she spilt a drink on my cream
He waits for his blood to stop running through his veins
The seabirds stand by the window each day
Home sweet home
He perfectly stays withdrawn
It
You see I write my name in stone as I grow into my own
I'm bad to the bone and a beast I'm in my zone
No need for hallow tips or 9 that's plated by
out
The whole country by Khaled to rap on BET
Guess he saw me as the best man
619 to 858 to 760 I'm reppin'
San Diego to all you foreign
Daygo's what we
the molly on the table and you know he's flopping
But know I got the Louis and know that's my topping
Throw motherfuckers in the mosh pit lemme squash this
(I had to cut them up)
(It's) like yesterday we kicked in
Immortalized by our disguise
Bittersweet, my card's the empress
He and I, we used to fight
scatter like rainbow fish
Tokens of kindness, remnants of wish
But in disgust he drowns me still
And like a glass I wear his ill
The bones of me remain
and that Mack, it's that blues man, that soul man
That OutKast, that Southernplayalisticadillac
It's that Jimi Hendrix, that George Clinton, I feel it in
By: Boe Araya ,Yeah, I come through sippin pepsi blue, booo
I go better than Maya Angeluo and skip to my lou, skip on these nuts fo show kid, while I
existed
God reminds me of Eskom because He lights up your way
He is brighter than the Southern Sun
More beautiful than the Blue Waters
He is higher than
Let 'em talk that shit while on them pills
Turn down as soon he feel this steel
Nigga, know we do this shit, for real
Tryna fight, by night his top
the wine
slapped the pastor, didn't know Pop had asthma
He pulled out his blue bible, change fell out his coat
Three condoms, two dice, one bag of dope
Oooh!
by his net
He'll just run away and then
He'll shoot you in the neck
Slightly slower than a bullet
Riding on his donkey
He'll break all your bones
roach-filled stage smokin' and rollin' on
With tremblin hands he rolls his jays with fingers blue and stiff
She coughs and stares with bloodshot gaze and puffs
on the wall, a flash of cobalt blue
He wasn't quite like you, until he ran away
I left my coat by the stairs, you didn't notice I had nothing to say
But you
up, read all the books and he people worth reading and still see the muck on the sky of the ceiling
Left Voice (Morrison, Tucker)
Please raise
by Mandela
My grandfather made my career
Crazy thing is he did it from Whitney Pier
Vet or World War Two he had no fear
Ah man wish he was still
of optical sewer, release the handle that holds all the
Gates up, puncture the eyeballls, that seep all the muck up,
Read all the books and he people worth
To open up his eyes
One by one his organs are giving in
He feels he’s stuck in his own skin
Those pills they gave him couldn’t change a thing
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