Lyrics:
"I don't need no woman to kiss me
And I don't need no man to stand by my side
I don't need to slake my thirst with whiskey
Don't need to shuffle
some church on Sunday
Sometimes we lost Monday
An' her father was a very angry man
But I believe that Heaven was
When she was only seven
More woman than
to live always oppressed
He left all his will behind
His life was not always that way
The man in the mask says
He pushed all his garbage away
Outside by
As I walked out tonight in the mystic garden
The wounded flowers were dangling from the vine
I was passing by yon cool crystal fountain
Someone
behind the man gettin' paid behind the man
I hold the rocket stop the hand in my pocket
Two hundred a pair but I'm addicted to the gear
They'll make me
without it simulate
Saw my name in lights inside a dream and copping real estate
Had to be a vision when I saw that shit in 7th grade
Ever since that day
I gave my heart to a gamblin' man,
He only wanted to play.
He told me he'd take me to New Orleans town,
By morning we'd be on our way.
He gave me
You push me out in front to get behind me
Then You sat me up by blessin' me to bind me
I'm a grown man with kids now, stakes are high
Gotta go
Lately out of the jug
And he's still liftin' platinum falderal
Call it Hell
Call it Heaven
It's a probable twelve to seven
That the guy's only doin'
As I walked out tonight in the mystic garden
The wounded flowers were dangling from the vine
I was passing by yon cool crystal fountain
Someone
it
Mixin' down emotions, struggle I hadn't mastered
I choreograph seven steps to heaven
In hell, waiting to exhale and make the bread leaven
7th ward dragon
Bitch I went and cut its head off
I can't fucking sleep cause bitch I can't get fed nah
Blood running down my face yea I'm fuckin dead
a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, UHHHHH!
Is there a heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, UHHHHH!
Is there a heaven 4 a gangsta
Grew up in the ghetto, raised by
I'm on my Ariana grind-
De, I got that yay, I got that ladidadida
And a kamikaze squad, and you chicken Parmesan
Lord I'm a free man like I come from
when you believe
Nothing here below can measure up to heaven's lasting treasure
Be not deceived only believe
If you believe so will it be...
BLINDFOLD
to the new-born King!
Christ, by highest heaven adored:
Christ, the everlasting Lord;
Late in time behold him come,
Offspring of the favoured one.
to the new-born King!
Christ, by highest heaven adored:
Christ, the everlasting Lord;
Late in time behold him come,
Offspring of the favored one.
Veiled
might blow yo' high
You ain't gotta go to church to
Get to know yo' God
It's a match made in Heaven when I
(bam) 'splay the seven
Put you on the nigga
better make up your mind
We're gonna leave you behind
We're gonna move on up
Three by three
We gotta get rid of poverty
I got to stay black
Black
I spoke to my girl friend she's thirty seven
You would think that I'm in 7th heaven
I'm living too fast, ignoring the warnings
I know that I'll pay
had a gun
He was out there on the run
Picking off the seven-elevens
With each and every crime
They gave him tv time
And that was as close as
He'd
capacitors
Pressing powerful punks down like trash compactors
I'm not an actor
I'm a prophet of the 7th world
Heaven's staircase is long, it's starting
Against myself, against myself
I don't know who I am
Behind the mask
Voices in my mind
One hundred thousand ones
I don't know who I am
Confused by
Guy Fawkes
Behind …a mask there’s a hero ……………. Remember, remember November 5th.
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