Lyrics:
Standing in the bathroom with a gun in my hand
Pulling on the trigger just as fast as I can
I can hear her scream as she reaches for the lover
Hands on your shoulder
I told ya
I'd get sober for this
Wanna drink
Wanna smoke
Wanna feel it in my throat
Then I sink
Then I choke
And I
Try to resist, all the bad things all around you
If you taste them, they will haunt you
So come, take me by the hand, we'll leave this troubled
Slaughtered by the hands of a butcher
The hands of the butcher were the hands of a "doctor"
And these are the golden days that you want to bring
I pour out a little liquor (Uh-huh)
RIP to my niggas (Rest in peace)
I pour out a little liquor
Evil thoughts in your mind keep running through
was just spitting in the wind
It doesn't come by the bullwhip
It's not persuaded with your hands on your hips
It's not the company of gunslingers
With black hair or brown hair
And hands made of stone
He had eyes like the deeps in the sky
Hair like the clouds you've seen floating by
And my sky was
dreams and bones
Feel the need to grow my own
'Cause the time is close at hand
Grain for grain, sun and rain
Find my way in nature's chain
To my body
and tech apparent in
The construction are the
Result of years of engineering
Advances beyond the present
The city feels simultaneously old and new
Weathered
(Common)
In the Spirit of God.
In the Spirit of the Ancestors.
In the Spirit of the Black Panthers.
In the Spirit of Assata Shakur.
We make this
as a motherfucker, why I'm rich
By a bag brother get a nigga high I'm lit
I'm bad, hit you in your eye and your bitch
Hit you when you're hidin', now you it, now
a woman in my life,
I'm a very gentle man, even tempered and good natured who you never hear complain,
Who has the milk of human kindness by the quart
the heart of freedom ... In the heart of freedom ...
in chains insane insane in chains
From the field hand cry
To the ten to twenty-five
From the sold-off'
lives are planned.
Future songs and flying dreams,
hand in hand.
Love it seems
made flying dreams,
so hearts could soar.
Heaven sent
these
Goodbye
Should be sayin' that to you by now, shouldn't I?
Layin' down the law that I live by
Oh, maybe next time
I've got a thick tongue
John
Can't you see by the will of your hand
You can give it a try and just name your price
And everybody in this rock & roll band
Don't want
smelly stuff
To me there's nothing quite so fine
As my man standing out in front of that
Coalmine, covered with dust
T-shirt tied, all muscled up
long years of rock and roll should show you where I am
But you heard all this before hand, about the things that I don't do
We're gonna make it by this
(Shawn Camp/Taylor Dunn)
Whenever I go out
Anywhere in town
I look for a crowd
Where you're not hangin' 'round
Say that I won't give
Your
Just walk right out and leave me any day or tonight
Take off your wedding band
When he takes you by the hand.
If you're gonna do me wrong, do it
First-class ticket had to fly you out
It's been way too long since you been home
I'll be at the first gate waiting, Birkin in my hand
Cause it's time
up ahead
Was a bottle in the hand
And a woman in a bed
It's OK, the demons in your head
They've all gone away
They were scared to death
Don't fret,
don't float away
Cold world, no blanket
Dark nights, no Batman, what up?
I keep a nail in the hand and a hammer on
The nightstand
Locked in, no B plan
If they in MTL YUL catch a fist
Nigga be slicing like swordsman in mist
Hand been hurting get me ice for my wrist
Another man dead check him off da
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