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My Own Prison

Creed

My Own Prison

1997

Shackled by my sentence
Expecting no return
Here there is no penance
My skin begins to burn

(And I said oh) so I held my head up high
Hiding hate that

I was born a complex kid

Ahead of the pack I been leadin em Alpha's a title I bleed for em
One day I'll sell all my albums on vinyl then sleep to em

self funded
Workin' by myself is a chore
A low budget is current, but I'm workin' for more
They know nothin'
The future holds an album for sure
For what

Somethin' that they just won't know
They don't know what it was like to do a line of blow
At a party where you were surrounded by fuckers you didn't know
Now

album and im no longer sedated
I took it
To throw away cause when im high it makes me anxious
I wrote a song about this after this song
Go back and play

Ay

You're the only one I desire, ay
Baby you're the fuel to my fire, ay
Get you anything you require, ay
Everything bout you, I admire, ay
What you

fuel fuel fuel on the race 
Zoom zoom i race frieza in outer space

Xelcreaux 2020 i just chase the paper 
Conquering the land with the map by the acre

been smarter
Push through the pain
Let it fuel me like energy
It's demon time I feel bad for my enemies huh
I'm going I'm going cant stop
Give me 3

I bet I know just where you wanna go
By that look on your face, we're heading out to deep space
Blast you off, I'll blast you off, blast you off

Dragged up from beneath the ground
Of rage and cruelty so profound
Used to fuel our sickly machines
Funeral marching in our dreams

Dragged up from

Your a bad lil thing 
Right hand my hitta 
Your the beach no sand
Your the real go figure 
Laced up untied 
Either way your mine
Your the fuel

Fuels burning hate

Now that you're brain dead, your ideas deceased
Battered and beaten by thought police
Living this hell upon airstrip 1
You belong

Woah, yeah
Cookin with that good gas gas gas gas like a deisel fuel jet
I might have to call yo bet
Fuck a nigga bitch Ian lookin for no shit
I might

Footsteps of thousands before me prepare for what I’ll become
Silence drowned out by racing thoughts of what is to come
The rain comes down
Pouring

This song is dedicated to everybody
That is being help by somebody
But not really
Yo Jesús You got me bro?
Let's go!
Ah!
Yeah!
Some go
Some don't
But

letting glass sands pass by
Nigga wit a attitude bet they cant stand mine
And that's fine
Just wait till they see the new me
I use that shit to fuel me

flowers
I still wouldn't know what love is
Open fire
Open lovers season
Ain't no place to stop
When you're out of fuel babe
Crash the glass
Don't know how

Trap Fuel 
So Clean 
98 Octane Gasoline
Burn Your City To The Ground 
I Apologize
It Look Like A War Zone
Now It's A Paradise
Butterfly Tatted Buggin

and the water
I am the fuel and the fire
When you're in hell
Only way out is through
Only way out is through
When you're in hell
keep pushing
I promise youve got

Where the road leads, ain't no way to know
You won't find out until you go
Gotta fuel validation on your own
Cause if you let them gas you up, you explode

will be my fight
But I fear I may not last another round
But these thoughts will only fuel the fire

Written by Grant Campbell

Welcome to the afterlife
Manifest your paradise
Karma fuels my appetite
Feel it in your alkaline
Welcome to the afterlife
Manifest your paradise

I've been playin' it cool
But I'm covered in fuel
That's how you know I'm 'bouta start a fire
I've been playin' it cool
But I'm covered in fuel

of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't