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Pictures signed by the triple six
Black metal art is shocking law 'n' order, man
Rockers of the underground
Black and heavy is our sound
Lost the money,
the workers were in:
The factory was surrounded by a fence and barbed wire on top and on the bottom. And they have a chain-linked fence surround the whole
prisoner
Yes, I am your prisoner
I messed up, ooh
I know now
There's no room for me to play now
Nowhere to dig my way out
My vital organs are beating
You don't think that I’ll be strong enough
No, baby no
I won't be a prisoner of your love
(Prisoner of your love)
No longer blind i can focus
a servant
Of this gospel by the gift of grace
That was given to me by
The working of his power
Though I'm less than all the saints
Grace was given to me
revelation feeling like a kiss to my tears
What if all the shit I missed a reminisce of my fears and I feel it
I will fly away
Can not be a prisoner, trapped
Your only a prisoner
When you let them label you one
Your only a prisoner
When you break down and dont get up
Your only a prisoner
When theres no
Just getting home, been a long day (need your comfort)
Still you wanna fight 'bout the small things
Really thought that I would know the deal by now
I tried to make a drunken sober
By drinking sweet wine
From January till October
Still I like Whisky with its golden shine
Now I don't try anymore
I
Prisoner of my own thoughts
Even though I am my own boss
Being myself but at no cost
Ain't afraid about no loss
All these bitches tryna hack me
to hoes when exposed to jail
In times of war we need somebody raw, rally the troops
Like a Saint that we can trust to help to carry us through
Black
Check! I think they ready now baby!
Prisoners, la la la prisoners, la la la
La la la, la la la la la la, la la la
Yeah, ain't slept in days, stuck
blunts
If you gon' say something then say something
If you ain't gon' do nothing you better run
Build a sandcastle right by the beach
You are an asshole
times of war we need somebody raw, rally the troops
Like a Saint that we can trust to help to carry us through
Black Jesus, ha ha ha ha ha
He's like
Nobody's light could ever blind me
Don't understand what's going on
I feel like I was struck by lighting
Stopped me dead in my tracks
Now there's
Hey roach!
Mi build a rhyme fi di thugs weh nuh tek talk
Some juvenile weh assign bwoy a death mark
Mi build a rhyme fi di
Prisoners dem lock dung
Di
those soldiers
The holy ones written in that book of souls
And when this world is finally over
Called by a name that no one knows
Oh when the saints, oh
Oh I know it all to well
Every inch inside this cell
I'm a prisoner of the choices I regret
The debts already paid
And the bails already made
So
never, never again
Never, never, never again
Never, never, never again
This story is bigger than Jim
Bigger than him, never again
In 1875 A Kiowa Chief by
empowering me?
I know talk's not cheap, I'm done grinding my teeth
Time to slap you in the face with reality
No structure, no prisoners
I'm not deaf, I'm
Horses and chariots
Churches and states
Devotion turns dangerous
When armed with rules of faith
Prisoners and patriots
Angels and saints
If
You know that our scene be dry
If there isn't a rapper who's spitting fly
Imma Get 'em Blinded by going eye to eye
You know that our scene be dry
If
drowned
Swallowed by my own flesh
This ain't Jonah or Jonas
I'm far from well
A prisoner of my own jail
Ain't no getting out the belly
See sections of me
Yeah
Aye curfew
Look
Aye Aye
Look look aye
See me skrrt off with them hoes (Woah)
That nigga big mad
Yves Saint Laurent my clothes (Woah)
That'll
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