Lyrics:
Epic riffs thunder drums crash like waves
A hero's tale begins from the cradle to the grave
Oh-oh oh-oh! Bam! Boom!
From Krypton's fiery fall
took flight,
His path lit by the moon's soft light
He rose from the dead, from ashes anew,
To live forever, through and through
His coffin but a cradle
like ya needa implant
Bitch as you could see, we the flyest in the land
Till im in a jetski
Livin fast - jet speed
From the cradle the grave
Bitch I
on me, bae
I want all I get straight, from the Cradle to the grave
Yes, I'ma work like a slave, and I'ma also behave
Just keep that pussy shaved,
in all of his games
Slave of the slave from cradle to grave, chained to a cave and forced to behave
Shackled by law to men's beck and call,
(Verse 1)
Flowing through the valleys, winding through the land,
The river of time, with grains of sand.
From the cradle to the grave, it takes its
the waiting room,
Now they playing my tune, praying to whom
Made it out the grave and tomb
Same mission, ain’t switching, plain vision, you can’t miss em, I
the Devil
‘cause you are a slave
Bound to submission
From the cradle to the grave
The damage is done
A destiny calling
We die one by one
This is Armageddon
[Music by: P. Wagner]
[Lyrics by: P. Wagner]
[a. The devil's triangle]
Tell the press that we can't say more,
There's nothing that we know 'bout
to the grave, haters got to behave
Learn by me, M-O-E from the one that street code to the game
I'ma maintain, I'ma let my nuts hang
I ain't scared to sip more
more
Study the scriptures - intensify the faith
The works of men much greater than you or I
From the cradle to the grave
Thousands of immortal souls
decades of meetin slaves
From Grenada to the grave, from the cradle to the cage
State-pens be like play-pens, the government in-slavin
Inside
Drifting back to consciousness and time
Blackness gives to a mist-veiled hell
Red-brick corridors rigid with suffering
Hoisted by black clad demons
Terrorized
We still strive
Paralyzed
But alive
Every soul longs for redemption
Prevented by those with evil intentions
Infiltrated by those enemies
The rip-offs of the old and the young, the weak, the sick,
the never known.
Stabbed repeatedly in the back by the Wall Street suit.
The Washington hack.
Lining
this land
But I'm safe in my tower, should I lend a helping hand
From the cradle pure and innocent, stumbling guilty to the grave
I'll make it through
I still feel for her
Yearning for lost and quiet scenes
Yearning for your light in this time
In time of sorrow
From cradle to grave I'm
the sun, be the rain
My life, from the cradle to the grave
Will you wait for me?
Just few simple words for you inside of me
Just a simple song to remember
are the promised days
From cradle to the grave
This is the special time
In which the light will shine
Welcome to the human world
Filled with love
My personal space ain't for sale
If I can't be free I'd rather be in jail
I'd rather be on the run
Then to be told what to do by a man with a gun
I
We are slaves in the hands of fate
From the cradle to the grave
Sense of freedom is made of false
Illusions of hope
Now the time has come
I was walking down the street where you live
Thinking about the time when you were worth it
Time passes me by as she cradles your child
As she awakes
are, we are, we are
In the cities, on the streets
Around the globe, oh
They turn everything you love into Verbot, oh
Front the cradle, to the grave
fed from the cradle to the grave
to break free from the things you've been told
It is hard when you're lost in this cold pallid world
to let go
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