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Wielding nothing but the weapon of sound
Your scratches remain on the wall
But the writings in the dust
Brothers in arms, ironclad bonds
Forged from

I am from Holy Roads
I am from Holy Roads
See no fear
I am home
I'll never sound like the rest
Take my name and resurrect it
Now I keep my wrist wet

two, three
Julia lays in her bed
With her eyes wide open
Julia can't go to sleep
Her minds too broken
Fixated on the walls
And the shadows in her

I'm the drivers seat, that silent shit, cant hear a sound
I know that my mama proud
I know that my father proud
I'm feeling like Moses I hop in the mosh

against the gang
hit you real real low
Money rising like the stocks, I'm on Wall Street
Take a picture with my bread, that shit whole wheat
He been running

back out to the people in music

They take a photo like oh my god tricky
I haven't seen you since back in elementary
Like how you been doing you sound

from you just to an get off
I laugh and cough
Then smoke it all
Thinking of when you went through That wall
Gotta spark to lift Em up
In the clouds look

then
Back against the wall
What I do
Fight it out
I done spit a million times I just ain't have no mic around
Like Lil Boosie in a dirty whip she finna

through a wall
Get so fuckin mad that I want to start a brawl
Getting real pissed when you act like this
I want to rearrange your facial expressions with my

bouquet
You were more than a light for me
Now we're walking so much farther away
But your thoughts are all I ever hear
I wish you didn't always sound so

out just know your limits yea
Suppose to be the light now we in the dark why you be switching yeah
If they sound fishy they pussy I don't play with them

walk
But now i know that i can fly
In my mind
In my mind 

My walls were broken and i didn't know
How much of pain that i can stand
But time can heal

changed still in a Ramada
Running through boppers and doing it raw
When the city get broke I buy the mall
When I head to the sea I rock the wall
When I'm

more i bit
You don't know what a fucking hell this can be
These walls
This sky
These thick clouds
This silent scream that's getting loud
This flowing

Seen too much blood splattered all over the walls
I tried to stop it but was too late now the sound
Is ringing in the halls it's never ending never

bumpin sound
Kick backed, that's a fact, heavyweight, counting stacks
I got the whole concert waving hands side to side
Platinum Plats on the wall, Now my

another night call...
it sounds like a salvation
escape from yourself, from theirs order 
is nothing but a cry of your soul
illusion of jumping out

murder murder music
To rewind you back
Put that Ruger all up to you
Watch your mind go splat
All over the wall, nigga, all over that raw
It's the same 'ole

a blunt pass it around
Elevate the energy
We're putting in the sound
We make the music
We the underground
We make all the speakers
In the neighborhood pound

When I feel a bleedin'
A couple blocks away
The ivory needs feedin'
I'm made for this, they say
The keys are my companion
And the sound is my

Brick by brick, I fell
Sleeping to the sounds of
Mission bells

And I walked so slowly, I could
Barely move
Brick by brick, I fell

And brick by

Forms a line and has a pissing contest on the wall
When these fools act so imperiously
It's tough to take them seriously
But they're the ones we obviously

City of macabre memories,
Festering horror of the ancient town,
Grey stones walls covered in blood,
Hold the forbidden
secret of the changeless,

straight to the afterlife
I've got you bobbing your head
Headbanging motherfucker; an elastic neck
Get on into that wall of death
My songs are a jam - sweet