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get no relief All I see is jokers on my left, thieves up on my right You'd find me in the middle if I picked a different life Before my name
I'm from the city, where the skinny niggaz die So I stay swoll maintain my weight, and drop haters that pass by I'ma ride, till the wheels fall off
Struck up a pose, with her leg cocked, foot on the dash, I got a hand full of red cock, foot on the gas, Now while I'm drivin' catch my zipper girl
wet From the best turned vet Learned to speak direct My games jumpin' We all had out days of barkin' You could tell niggas styles by they ways
Swallowed by depression pains expression cracks my face grasping at ghosts and shadows in my skull slipped through the hands of grace reality hammers
that I had hit bottom Return to me, my strength My soul still perseveres onward You reach for my hand And then pull me away from this The sun feels
Sun of Man from Abraham Brooklyn was my Bethelehem, I blessed the land with children Keep a gun in hand, must understand my plan you drown in
of pain but they were my ecstasy Its white skin is illuminated under pale moonlight Reminiscent of fresh snowfall The patterns formed by shadows
been listening They said You were a fool But I know You’re the truth To follow You must be criminal No one thinks they have blood on their hands But we
happy It’s harder to love people who are never satisfied Everything is dividing and loyalties questioned Sometimes I’m terrified by my own side Maybe
[Music and Lyrics by Warrior, Originally performed by Celtic Frost] After the battle is over And the sands drunken the blood All what there remains
by tears of the damned. The art of salvation crafted by hands that would kill... that would kill a wasteland, A ruin is all that remains as this
I don't really need the ego Of being a pop star Playing rock n' roll makes Me stand hard and tall Once an old man with blood on his hands Said "Pick
Strip down my knowledge; let the beat pump the poison in your blood Addressing all your freedom to this hungry box inside That solid state of mind
There's a storm out on the horizon Blackin' out the day Hell and high water Come to take my world away I can hear the wind blow I can hear
when Louis was just sixteen And found work together in the fields of the San Joaquin They left their homes and family Their father said "My sons, one
He almost forgot how to drive over here By he tries to survive over there Some young conscious ripped him off And running him over the road He
The ravenous mouth called system We're all shaped by vulgar hands The grip of hate and lies The sustenance to our bellicose ways An ignorance almost
""Once again I'm faced with myself. Standing before the shattered mirror. Blood drips from my shard shredded hands. Oh God if you are there now's
Yeah yeah, the Pazmanian devil (yeah peoples) Outerspace (yeah) the fuckin' Warchild Planetary (yeah, yeah) One for the blood, two for the ashes
blood boil Sling snake oil singing these are the last days These are the things that will ease your pain These are the keys to the pearly gates Trade
action And it gets into my blood The call me the trail blazer, Rael electric razor I'm the pitcher in a chain gang, we don't believe in pain 'Cause
Each night as I crawl along Over the sands I sift through the blood and the fog Head in my hands I make my way over the dunes Desolate and dry
I am an orphan I am a slave I am an orphan to the earth A slave to mortal man Who defines my worth as I search for the works of your hands? O
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