Lyrics:
I will not scream out in anger
Won't play this game forever.
Make up your mind or I will take control.
Why can't we end this nightmare.
If that's
sitting at my desk,
With a gun in my hand, wearing a bulletproof vest
Singing "my, my, my, how the time does fly,
When you know you're going to die by
to an end at the hand of my one true friend
That sorry bastard never sleeps
Fleshengine breakdown
Fleshengine breakdown
Will I see the light and spot
so now we burn
The time has come to start again
But first we all must see the end
By hand of god or man
To oblibion we descend
I think that this
Lurking in the shade
Of dark and fragrant trees
Shirking from the rage
That tore the heavens free
A vagrant Angel
His with span to see
The garden
the sun go to bed at the end of a lonely road.
I walked a life right by your side but you couldn't touch me.
I kept my heart up on the top shelf just out
Wake up before the sun
Leave your hour to the highway
And your day to
Line the pockets
Of some man with,
Softest hands
Sometimes I think
That it's
I used to hideaway and only try to save myself
From falling in love, or staying up on the shelf
I was afraid to walk the streets alone, or by your
4 doors and 24's
But where I'm from thats what we live for, the ghetto so
[hook 1:]
If you're livin in the ghetto and your feelin me
Let me hear
dances in the attic
Everywhere across the land
In front of their mirrors with combs in their hands
They prepare to make a stand
Lover to lover, woman
on my own
'cause nobody else could give me a reason
They always told me I'll probably end up dead
Or in the pen see me and P some outcasts
Can't
the fifth of the magnum (Uh huh)
We buss 'em then pluck 'em to the dust and then end the discussion
Ele and Priest comin with somethin that's bussin
Lurking in the shade
Of dark and fragrant trees
Shirking from the rage
That tore the heavens free
A vagrant angel
His with span to see
The garden
Broken and hopeless
Barely getting by
That's who I told myself I was that night
Then an angel in blue jeans
Pulled up a seat next to mine
I said the things you're meant to say
Like "We'll stay friends" and that "I'm happy for you, babe"
Congratulations on your new job, by the way
you got in that position
Bent overand fucked by the industry system
The government told you to govern a pistol
A whole 'nother issue that came out
Cuttin' through the ends to my bando apartment
Blue lights, that's blue lights, what's the chances?
But we're on the bike, so we got the advantage
I got
was starting to see
My little brother lose himself more piece by piece
Coke turned to pills, pill turned to H
All that stuff these days is fentanyl
a heartbreaker
But they get bent over by a failure
Drink Henny with a Redbull tracer
Opp packs loud, that's my favourite flavour
Secondary school had my shank in
overloaded over-lord of the land, the mortal, the man
Who's sorta like a soldier with a sword in his hand
According to myth, a rapper that was born with
And now the hands of time
Are slowing down on this old clock of mine
And it's no secret that we all must die
Sooner or later we've all got to die
these woman into hoes
Fire fuel by the greed they
Want ends but no means
But fuck it tho i guess
That's what it comes to
When you woke up and notice
learn
how to take care of me
Now the food's on the plate
but your favorite recipe
Has somehow lost it's flavor
now that things have changed
Looking back I
take the stage!
Unleash! the beast within...
Attack!!!
Unleash the weak, lay down by my side.
To my own memories, a warrior end is mine.
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