Lyrics:
sees behind your eyes
The thoughts that dwell within
The man behind the name
Is like the dead walking
If I fall asleep
Will I wake up in a brand
the hill
Just glide, close your mouth and open the blinds
Took the wings off a bird and let it float to the side
Say (What?) to hear me callin
Shoutin out my
Rows conspire of becoming,
Odor of a dead man.
A hole in my memory
Firmling changing the heir
I am still falling down
Swimming towards
Although my mind is open, my heart is tightly closed
With all the hate that holds me, I wish I didn't own
For all the years that pass by, I know I
of here
I've made up my mind
Not giving in this time
No it's over
Heart break runaway
I'm on a fast ride toward the interstate
I'm leaving this
As transparent masks
I'm pyretic to all heedful dead souls
Claiming lands where even angels fear to tread
I am torture disguised
Named by man as a creeping
it fate or destiny?
Only she does hold the key
Fallen angel, I am driven to your side
From the moment you are here
I'm a man without a fear
You're
Trust nobody even a body with an ass
That's more dick than class and everybody done smashed
Damn, don't let them catch you slipping
Telling all of your
Alone, confined the mess in your mind
When you can't relate to them
You've reaped and sown, but little is known by those who aren't alone
Why
there when I need someone to listen
One who keeps in mind that I should never be alone
Because I'll be there even if it's by telephone
It's that look
taught by men:
Little girls that are sold they're innocent.
Such a crime. Now's the time!
Stop these horrors let's clean those ignorant minds.
Stand
of the onslaught
Question the things all the things you¹ve been taught
Your body, your mind, commodity you are not
'cause flesh and blood is all that you got
Becuz
with common sense
I can't relate to your ignorance
Six months have gone by
And its all the same to you
I have to live with that
Even though it
time
But I just wanted to know what's on ya mind
Whether work is hard to find, unemployment line
Or got a job or ya blind doin' overtime
Don't be
a lot from y'all
My darkest days was brightened just by chilling at the park with y'all
We ain't smoked no weed or drank no alcohol
We was just some
as ours because if you
Think the government's interests are
The same as yours
Then you think - "Well if something
Is going wrong it must be
That they made
I ain't got time
To read your fuckin' signs
Put your hands together for
The fucking heavens cuz im living in hell
Cage by the feeling of defeat
27
life that
I should be ashamed for
8 hour shifts in the snow, by the same store
Dope fiends bobbin there heads
With a vien tore
Walk with the steel
then we break into two
Real smooth we be keeping it cool and lock in yo fucking mind you need permission to shoot
Then follow up with execution cuz I'm
and
They don't really blending much
Police try to break it up but
They don't end it much
Tonight a young man was shot
Is what it ended up
So don't tell me
Yo
Call me The Soul or call me my name
Oh, label me whatever you would like
Call me your host or call me insane
If that will help you stay in line
it
All your moods go passing through
It's old man wind that's telling you
When the woes of midnight rise
It's the roll up rule
Assassinate Pablo Escobar, perhaps your middle man,
Noriega, not a dip in the system
Increase shipments in the wake of a so-called victory
For the DEA, no
to get in my grill
I swear my dad caught me becomin' a man
Came with the bail money, did the best he can
A cross on the wall a bible on the table
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