Lyrics:
As an angel in black
Hiding myself in the city
So dark cause it's ruled by the ghosts
Footsteps of iron behind me
The sword of the king, I fear most
in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the face
That she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for
All the lonely people
Where do they all come
mounds of human waste
Humid is the stench
Feces, organs, blood, and sinew
Sex through death
Diseased, enlarged by hypothalamus
Pleasure and pain
How come you're the only one
Living by the open hand?
Now why must I be the thief,
Why must I be the thief,
You cursed the butterfly
real, I'ma show 'em the definition
Reputation of a asshole by nature, the truth is what niggaz missing
I'm gon expose some niggaz out here what the deal,
in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the face
That she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for
All the lonely people
Where do they all come
said a prayer for all of y'all
[Chorus 2X]
[Shyheim]
Seven four pound, I'm wakin' up to a count
Washed my face, brushed my teeth, rinsed my mouth
My
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
the hand of a preacher man and we made love in the sun
But I ran out of places and friendly faces because I had to be free
I've been to paradise, but I've
And couldn't see this place could soon become my hell
So is it better to tell and hurt or lie to save their face?
Well, my guess the answer is don't do it in
I was thinkin' about your face
Just a minute ago
I'll be leaving the simple space
Just to be at a show
I get distracted by the simplest lines
I
everybody's givin' in.
This one's for the girls
This is for all you girls about twenty five,
In little apartments just tryin' to get by,
Livin'
And pop it hard as she can; got me hard in da pants
Because she in all her stance
Doing her muthafuckin' dance, man
Look, lil' body, cute in da face
She
War and slavery, exploitation
The common faces of the western nations
Official version, a falsified story
The truth lies buried in a shroud
seen your eyes in paintings
As Cathedrals cried Hosanna
Let me paint your face in frescos
Hang your hair like Angelabra
See you standing in
understand.
Wrong or right,
I'm home tonight
I'm back in Newfoundland.
Down by the sea,
Where life is free
I'm home again.
Where I sail the blue
insane in the brain, motherfuckers in my face
Claiming that I owe them something man, don't let me catch no case
I don't really give a damn about
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
This is it my dear old friend
Our paths it seems are at an end for now
Though in time we floated free
We're are pulled by separate gravities
I told my nigga Lynch I got his back face
What's up now, ?
Killa Tay, and I'm jackin the ditch
From the shit that get spit to take a lock
then
Building castles along the waters edge
Running barefoot through fields of innocence
Nothing and no one could take the smile off of my face
when you dead or on lock, that's when that balling stops
[Chorus: x4]
Born gutter, another raised by a single mother
Had to struggle, youngest
disclose just how you feel
But what great sacrifice
Lies behind those layers of ice
Was the guilty face that was hid
Just an ugly display of the ID ?
Wearin all black wit a hard hat hangin low over my eyes
And the briefcase right by my side
9-milla glock and a chrome .45 and I know
That all of my
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