Lyrics:
viewed them all as mid-beauty marks.
The moral of the story, plain as can be,
He loved her cause, He is me.
[Chorus: x2]
Da Da-da-da da da da-da-da
of a war unseen
Born in the 60s
Only aged 19
Cause the wolves still scrapping for meat with full stores
Telling us that life support is afforded only by
flickered on the silent screen
Round the clock, work never stopped by man or by machine
Legends grew and stories flew in the streets and in the bars
still
All of a sudden in a wink of an eye
A Cadillac sedan passed us by
I said, "Boys, that's a mark for me!"
By then the taillight was all you
back and find
I never really owned myself, so I cast you to the side
And I took for granted love as it went and passed me by
A cruel lesson learned, so
Have you ever wondered why you look up at the sky for answers?
Well, you don't have to look too hard
We're here for all your question marks
If
and melodies now fill my brain
stories 'bout real life, happiness, and pain
now come along for the ride
you'll get to know my people, like they stand along your
Have left their mark
Unveiled his broken heart
But he makes sure no one sees
No one except for
Hey if the water doesn't fall
You can't force the rain
to kill the dream but the story never dies
I wonder why they feel like they gotta see demise
So if I gotta go on my own
I'll be gunning for it strong
They
jamming, still paving the path
Still making our mark, still ain't for the faint of the heart
Still standing, still state of the art
We still sharp, still
to see the world and squander
Was an all-cure for me health
There’s no quid, no glory
Nor a pat on your back
It’s a short lived story
Told by one of many
I refuse to tell the story
of our exodus to space
by grace we should be saved, why is there no place for us?
my needles, my fishhooks, I hold by my
To symbolize the apathy
To wear a crown of thorns
and be scarred for life
Haunted by a chequered past
A never ending horror story
Another face beneath a mask
doubted they should see me now
Insteada doin that I'm doin this kno they'll still hear my style
Fader Fort gon' hit us up soon for the cover story
My
my eyes
The love of my Father God, I'm sorry if I oblige
I'm sorry for all the times that I missed
The mark, I gotta save mine now
I got a different
When I first heard this song, I was a little boy growing up
Down in the state of South Carolina
The song had been written and recorded by a man
deserve nothing
Don't get what I prefer, what if?
Stop bitching bout all the shit that's happening and wait for your fucking turn,brother
Still ain't
Let's dance in style
Let's dance for a while
Heaven can wait we're only watching the skies
Hoping for the best but expecting the worst
Are you
Jurrasic 5 Together
Hey yo my quality control, captivates your party patrol
Your mind, body, and soul
For whom the bell tolls, let the rhythm
you branch snake keen for the glory
Paint scenes for the stories yeah my directings gory
Pray for me Or stay for me
Since I felt love its been way more
I'll take the position
Assume the missionary part
You work by committee
You had me pegged from the start
I'll be pounce pony
Phoney maroney
Mark ass niggas stay the fuck up out my way
I'm a true O.G., you can quote what I say
I'm an H-town nigga from around the way
Southside, ridin' Dirty
cry for me[01:52.40]I'm asking[01:52.91]Please enlighten me[01:54.61]People judge[01:55.40]But its not like they know my story[01:57.87]People ugly in
eyes
Nothing works
Nothing works for everyone
Good stories are bad lives
Good stories are bad lives
Take your hands off your neck and hold
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