Lyrics:
went
I went through, I came out in this shopping mall
Where boys wear England shirts and West Ham shirts and Arsenal shirts
And the boys from
of highlights, if it was a book, it be a page-turner, shee
Grew up in the age of the dope boy
Don't be tryna kept me down, we don't go for it
Ain't gonna
fate
Nine, ten, we're out to kill again
Straight from the burning flames of hell
A place where all assassins dwell
Pur back on earth to destroy all
With death in my eyes and not a worry on my face
Every mic I spit on get scorched by the fiery
Live wirey, real life from my diary
Of a madman, I'mma son
world
Be a bad boy and kiss the girls
Put a stain on the pages of my life
And it should have been you that's by my side
Can you hear me now
Calling out
energies, by ripping flesh
Torn between ourselves, and not wanting to regret
Day will end with the dropping sun, as we await the fall
The hands of time
every now and then sometimes when the night sky gets so bright
And no Bethlehem of stars could match its burning
I go out into the fields until I can
could it be that he catches me
he could be my quiet in the storm
glueing all the pages that were torn
giving me a rush from within
even just by brushing
could change who we are
Stop to ignite it, it was burning, to relight it, it was shining
If it runs out of flames, it will not burn again
Too much hope
the story.
And I know this peace and love's just copping out.
And I guess these young boys dying in the ditches.
Is just what being free is all about.
of thoughts flowing
I'll be doing this shit till death
Maybe getting all the letters from fans
Even if my teeth fall out
I'll still be recording in my bed
I'll
thumbing '70s Ebony mags
Dripping red icee on the pages
Learned to swim in a pool
Where a boy drowned last year, wax in my ear
I heard voices I couldn't
for a mighty showdown
No way our holy flag is gonna fall
Up here we scrifice our children
To feed the worn out dreams of yesterday
And teach them
the charlatans sold water to the drowned
The lost instructed the found
But out there
I saw you surrounded by light
The fire of your spirit burning bright
I
the walls come alive
Synchronized with the seizing lights
My eyes turn white
I leave this world behind
Bleed out the future
Swept away by the stars
Harry Potta
Ohhh Expecto Patronum
Look
They said I should make up a song
About a boy who lived for so damn long
Got a scar on his head by the Elder-wand
out the past
Fool Fates unwound cruel yesterdays
Beneath the stars
That staggered from the blast
And you can have a listen after that and this and
D-O-N-'T M-O-V-E wit out permission
From the D.O. to the C., I'm just better than
The normal man
a witness and overwhelming evidence
And I just stood there staring, you know I could not put it down
Right there on the front page was a boy from my home town
There's a voice calling out in the air and on the streets
There's diaries, struggles, and final calls
And me I'm stone tired but I can't fall asleep
And a "way to go" from your label every day
Looking boy
Hey, looking boy! What you say, looking boy?
I get a "hell yeah" from Dre, looking boy
I'ma work for
of death
Deserved for us hypocrites
With our torsos ripped open
To the ground shall fall our stars
Burning showers of death from above
Eternally you must
the stock of letters tied in blue
The letters had been left there
By a young girl
There were ten and as I read the first
I found that they were from a boy in
time turns the page
And sets us all free from these chains
And we pray
No never to forsake
Deny or betray
We're broken dolls
Til darkness falls
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