Lyrics:
of glass
Husk filled with no remorse
No sense of right and wrong
A man
The disgrace
The mistake
The fault of god
Miscalculation in creation
Of the perfect
We were taken as passengers by a man
And he led us in six different ways
So then we all drank a parting glass
In case we'd never meet more
And we
with no direction
Marching to the right, this is not our fight
The curse of friction, born of man and contradiction
Oliver Boy! It's the same
on my feet, shh got left right by that tree
Can't fear no nigga that bleed like me, 5-5-6, clear the scene
Them hollows sting like bumblebees, we step
The switchman knew by the engine's moan
That the man at the throttle was Casey Jones
When he was within six miles of the place
There No. 4 stared him straight
Space and time keep us apart
You've been gone six weeks
The voice in my head shrieks
Too long with aching in my heart
You are so far away
The time
through the years
Now is the time we all must stand together
So raise your hands show them we are strong
Side by side the fight goes on forever
Marching
what I does
I ain't messing with you cant's
I'm a can do negro
A real life California hero
About six zeros at the end of the number in my bank
what I does
I ain't messing with you cant's
I'm a can do negro
A real life California hero
About six zeros at the end of the number in my bank
Kangaroo Nick, I'll box a ho
Shoulda said I got five and a possible
Don't go against Nicki, impossible
I done came through with my wrist on popsicle
Man
degree
When he's at my gate, with a big fat 8
You want to see the smile on my face
And even at my door, with a poor poor 4
There ain't no man can
messin' round with another man's wife
But other than that we ain't nothing but good ol' boys
Threw my my boss out the window and got fired from my last
Yeah I can reconcile being depressed real bad
I'm a thinker not a drinker but still I Hennessy drag
Alcohol numbs the pain like with novacane stabs
Gifts for some guy that she dating, still shot
Second anniversary and I'm congratulating that
But man she had an ass so fat
You couldn't palm it with
Sit by my window and look outside, wonder why the sun don't shine on me
What's wrong with you, you stupid child, don't you think that I'm the one
with the scars beyond this one bar
For me to put down my guard, I'm faced with it, I'ma ride
Breakin' in gas with the six-eight all day
In and out
a purpose
By well meaning minds
Naive to the hell
They've unleashed on mankind
Run run to your doom
Bionic moon
Glows in the dark
Fright trembling with
A long time ago came a man on a track
Walking thirty miles with a sack on his back
And he put down his load where he thought it was the best
Made
hula hoop? I'ma jump on like this
See the junk in the trunk? I had to bag her right quick
Feel like magic, all together, all together by six
Oh my
Kangaroo Nick, I'll box a ho
Shoulda said I got five and a possible
Don't go against Nicki, impossible
I done came through with my wrist on popsicle
Man
cold cut a fart
"Disruption of the court," said the judge
On a six-year sentence, my man didn't budge
Bailiff came over to turn him in
Kilo G looked
exists to entertain this serpent race
No choice but to continue
Marching into the ring
Coliseum of suffering
Crowds of snakes
Set the stakes
Cheer with
She asked me for the time
I said it'd cost her name, a six digit number and a date with me tomorrow at nine
Did she decline? No
Didn't she mind? I
you must lie in that county jail
Where I can't get to you by visit or mail
So squirm, with discomfort, wiggle and cough
Six days of madness, you
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