Lyrics:
to the edge how do others manage
You really don't know what it's like inside of my thoughts
I'm stuck with legions of demons screaming for me to stop
I assume
Involved
Them boys is fake lame pretenders and all
And all
And all
I’m on the edge and f*ck it here I go
N*ggas talk about they plans
And all that sh*t
And I'm on the edge of dreaming
As light creeps through the leaves
Past a portrait of you and me
Catching dust of a different air
One that's waiting
to the edge but im parting sea's
How can the mandem not believe, eternal life and the price is free
To all of the mandem that wanna make P
Well take note cah
the western edge of a distant golden horizon
No matter how the dust was settled
The past would always remind him
We shall ride again
We shall ride again
Into
Barney Rubble
'Cause them mark-a** n****z don't want trouble
And we ain't on edge when we do work
Police don't recognize the khakis
on edge when we do work
Police don't recognize the khakis and the sweatshirts
Getting bitches and they can't stand a
Nineteen-ninety-one Tony Montana
Enlightened eyes see no future.
A world beyond, too far to touch.
Shimmer just beyond our consciousness.
Fleeting glance at the edge of blinded eyes.
clear of forest dust
And I'll start here at the edge of the forest
If this is the end of all the loves I've ever known then I'll start here
I'll start
surrender to
A dust cloud on the rise
Wild boys fallen far from glory
Reckless and so hungered
On the razors edge you trail
Because there's murder by
surrender to
A dust cloud on the rise
Wild boys fallen far from glory
Reckless and so hungered
On the razors edge you trail
Because there's murder by
making you blue
Who is he, baby, and what's he to you?
We've reached the edge of the road, baby, where the pasture begins
Where the charity is
bodies on Euson Road
Their outlines softened by the black dust
All was still houses locked and empty , shops closed
But looters had helped themselves
We need a little trust
Or we'll turn this into dust
We got fed up by a lie
That would get us all divided
We turned on ourselves
And we couldn't care
the way
I'm going to the edge of my life and I won't stop till I'm primer gray
My friends always told me that I'm going nowhere with my searching
Jokes
is by the horns
A mixture of Whitey Ford and Mighty Thor
I everlast, pen is mightier than sword
Finish writin', then record, replenish, keep writin'
On a track laid with broken glass
So tie your shoes real tight
It goes by real fast
Mother and Father
Now that you're gone
It's not nearly long enough
Only bull you should take is by the horns
A mixture of Whitey Ford and Mighty Thor
I everlast, pen is mightier than sword
Finish writin', then record,
the world's too dark I find, your flashlight, oh yeah
Oh, who am I?
Dust and water,
Touched by the Divine
You tell me who, who am I?
You keep shining on me,
to
A dust cloud on the rise
Wild boys fallen far from glory
Reckless and so hungered
On the razors edge you trail
Because there's murder by the roadside
not a saint, you're a slave
Breaking apart
Torn at the seems
Sanity fails
Dragged by the edge
Pushed into hell
Never again
Never again
eyes from blinking
On the edge
I stand
The people of the land
Press me
Stress and some tests of me
Guess I find blessings
Nestle deep in the way my heart
the dust to bring some empty space back,
filling a long merch table with artifacts,
looking back to see if I could draw a map
that leads to now.
I remember
Filled with emptiness
Bring me to shadows
Turn me to dust don't
Take away the shimmer of light from me
Will jump from the edge to be free oh yeah
Hey
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