Lyrics:
Some people say a man is made out of mud
A poor man's made out of muscle and blood
Muscle and blood and skin and bones
A mind that's a-weak
blood in his eyes
The scars on his mind took so many lives
Die hard the hunter
Welcome home soldier boy
Put down your pistol, yeah, put down your
The day I tried to live
I stole a thousand beggar's change
And gave it to the rich
The day I tried to win
I dangled from the power lines
And let
Some people say a man is made outta mud
A poor man's made outta muscle and blood
Muscle and blood and skin and bones
A mind that's a-weak
blood in his eyes
The scars on his mind took so many lives
Die hard the hunter
Welcome home soldier boy
Put down your pistol, yeah, put down your
Some people say a man is made out of mud
A poor man's made out of muscle and blood
Muscle and blood and skin and bones
A mind that's a-weak
Some people say a man is made outta mud
A poor man´s made outta muscle and blood
Muscle and blood and skin and bones
A mind that´s a-weak
The day I tried to live
I stole a thousand beggar's change
And gave it to the rich
The day I tried to win
I dangled from the power lines
And let
intentions
When they see nigga got it, they all be tryna get it
Let em know right off the top, no I ain't with it
Cuz you ain't write a word in these lines in
are set to love now
Contradicted conversation
Circling in my mind
We need to let go to push on
Water and blood
Fire and stone
The bodies desire
wounds.
Allow no truce.
Wage war on you.
The world is in pain.
Dying in vain.
Your sons are out of line.
But their lives give purpose to mine.
There
a few chicks on my line, they slobbin'
Girl on a girl, if they eat that's a topping
Thought she was true, she was fuckin' the opps
Can't tell her name,
on the horizon line
Just dry lightning and you on my mind
I chased the heat of her blood
Like it was the holy grail
Descend beautiful spirit
Into
the lead
"I blood clot, chop ya leg"
Do not fuck with the kid
I get biz wit the cigg
I come where you live
Ya dead!
[Chorus]
You can call this my
men, they drink my wine
Plowmen dig my earth
None will level on the line
No one uttered his word
Yeah
I see jokers on my left, thieves up on my
taking niggas flags, you better leave the spot
For all niggas on my block, it's like me snitching to the cops,
Outta line you get disciplined, better do
the line before
And just how long did it take for you to understand
Where your feelings stopped and writing began
Convince yourself to take control
Play
featuring Da Grinch
[Dred Scott]
I can't hold it back lookin for the line
Can't hold it back search for the rhyme
Can't hold it
from seeds
Hold me still, think I will
Turn make believe
I cut my lines, lost my shine
Grow from seeds
Rain again, little red blood chains
Weight beneath Jacob's Latter and the Aftermath
Don't matter if you use a desert eagle as your armor
Blood splatter, glass shatter through the project
Well I'm swimmin' in debt
And the money's all gone
I ain't got nothin' I can call my own
Work my fingers to the blood and bone
For a big
like a street
There's a bar at the end
Where I can meet you and your friend
Someone scrawled on the wall
"I smell the blood of Les Tricoteuses"
Some people say a man is made outta mud
A poor man's made outta muscle and blood
Muscle and blood and skin and bones
A mind that's a-weak
harm a fly"
From behind the curtain, the boss he crossed the floor
He moved his feet and he bolted the door
Shadows hiding the lines in his face
With
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