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breath
But beauty's tainted by my loss
Hidden scars left by her death
My new born son I've left
Who I may never see again
To save him I must fight
And be

King of Kings [Bonus Track]

Royce da 5'9"

Rock City [Version 2.0]

2002

and I..

[talking over chorus]
Yo, to all my hungry disciples
Listen (let's talk) sit still, sit still.
Sit still (blackout) listen, the hungriest.
Kings,

in my zone
You don't know, Where I go
I be digging in my hole
I accomplish by my own
It's my city it's my home
It's my tone, it's my soul
I'm a legend

That's used to conjure the darkest evil I've confronted by/

(Lullaby)*Fast
Now i lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep/
If i shall die

every night
Dreaming bout a better life
I pray to the Lord my soul to keep
But If I don't wake up I think I'll be fine
I'm sleep talking every night

the air without a care,
I'm so sauna
,Not just Shauna (What the fuck?), bite my aura,
I'm light pink one, fuck you think, son? (No way!),
What you write

I don't do it intentionally
I get money, so this shit is nothin' to me
Whole lot of sons in this industry, my nigga, it's only one of me
Me and my

Mama's favorite
The prodigal son
At the end of the day
Now am the chosen one
Lost my way
So many times am wondering
If I'll make it through the night

Heavy, my eyes
Awake watch over you
Even in my dreams, always

Your hand sits tight in mine
Still your heart sits safe in mine

Surrounded by

altitude
Altitude, check my altitude
Granny I'm flying on my own
She said, "I'm proud of you
Son you got greatness in your veins
Check your aptitude
You gone

Dictator's Son

FFS

FFS [LP]

2015

afraid of them
But learning the family trade
My interest began to fade

I'm a dictator's son
Born with a silver gun
In a country that's half insane

Dictator's Son

FFS

FFS

2015

afraid of them
But learning the family trade
My interest began to fade

I'm a dictator's son
Born with a silver gun
In a country that's half insane

by works, don't be grievous
Yeah my soul will not waste, love my Lord sweet like Reese's
Winnin' souls with this bait, goin' fishin', He increases

He

ScHoolboy, me, Soul

When I cross the street I look both ways
Gazelle frames, paparazzi in my face
Niggas talk more than bitches These Days
And the new

One day I'mma make it big with my homies by my side
We gon pop em big bottles with the models, left and right
Yea, we grindin' on the mics

only son
The death of the preacher soul to keep,
To you I belong, my soul to meet
I wash all your hair, I wash your feet

I would have died for you
Cause

Sold My Soul

Zakk Wylde

Kings of Damnation: Era 1998-2004

2005

Without you woman by my side,
I'm contemplatin' suicide.
Torn from all my pride.
Man tells me: "Son, that ain't the way,
Gonna make a deal with

by di breeze
The waves stay waving at me
And all my haters stay under my feet
You know they can't breathe
You know they can't breathe

Founded pon di

You hold the reasons for my dreams
Nightmares keep me awake in silence
And dark surroundings
Feelings breaking me down

Temptation, you feed my inner

ball by myself

Yeah I'm balling, yeah big balling
Bitch I know, I can't stop
Rolling, I be rolling on my soul
Till' I drop
I keep it real, but I really

this feeling got me high
but I keep it on the low, when the world is passing by
like we flying...but what will pull down
if my dream is still around,

calming, so at ease
I miss the warmth that your soul would bring

Now I cry myself to sleep
I wish it were all a dream
Not a day goes by without you on my

scarred by the other side
Rise, rise, rise Baka rise...

What to follow and what to shun, what will you do with your idiot son?
What to bury and what

battle with my soul screaming
Then imma let that drama go and go in hiding simple
Then imma let that drama go and go in hiding simple
Then imma let that