Lyrics:
responsibilities
For away from home
Tearing it down stone by stone
Raise an altar of pride, leave the worries behind
I still believe in the Maker
One by one, we
I think I've watched my time roll by
For way too long
Every thought every dream that I've had
Just moved right along
All those memories we've made
Lord, when my train gonna come
Yo, all you duns packin' guns
Fightin' for ones
It's time to get these hons
Start raisin' some sons
Plant your seed
em getting closer
Devil tryna steal my soul
And a prayer a day
Don't take haters away
Only graves
Or if you fall off of
Your stepping stone
So don't
peace now sleep far beyond all life's tortures
Pulled away from God's grasp by far more benign forces...
The pawn of God saw desperation
For lack of faith
table you know
The poker chip is your soul, are you still willing to roll
Walking through the valley of the shadow of death,
Told to walk by faith I still
your soul
Slices like a razor
Burns like coal
You can bet you'll forget
When the rock starts to roll
And the last meets the least
By the watering
your soul
Slices like a razor
Burns like coal
You can bet you'll forget
When the rock starts to roll
And the last meets the least
By the watering
hallways, we always used to get it brackin'
Teacher callin' Mom's phone like why your son always absent
She asked me where I been, in the streets tryin'
danced and flirted, kissed the men
But except for an instance or two, When it
Came time to make it with Cass
Cass had somehow slipped away
Eluded the men
stone
Can't erase the words so the reality grows
I wish I died (I wish I died)
On that night right by your side
So just kill me now and let the good
wore spandex
You were a customer, you did Xanax
I'll take you and your bitch by the ear
And then smash you together like Stone Cold's beer
Being
movin' away from sorrow
Ain't one to beg or borrow
So listen to me
Wake up
You son of a bitch
I wanna know who your with and
Why do you roll in
against your will
By a guy named Marcus
Body Harvest
No body wants this
All your organs being sold
At your local market
Body Harvest
No body wants this
that I can feed my pride
Or be dead on the inside
Don't wanna be recognised but heard by the blind
They can break your heart even if you kind
Can't see
the station
What should we do with a thousand drunken sailors?
"kill 'em all, locate their family address, release a mailer"
(dear sir or madam, your son
keep pluggin' away
Been through shit too cumbersome to convey
Y'all see me as a number, I see you as a soul
With a mother that gave birth to her son
skill to yours
Now listen here, listen to me, don't you run away now
I am a friend, I'd really like to play with you
Making noises my little furry
skill to yours
Now listen here, listen to me, don't you run away now
I am a friend, I'd really like to play with you
Making noises my little furry
medly
But be warned, she's beautiful but deadly
She's all about the bank roll, you can tell by the gold
Eyes deep enough to engulf your soul
She's like
fun, come serve before the Crown
The jobs were hard to come by and he could not face the dole
So he took his country's shilling and enlisted on the roll
Climbing up the hill I'm coping
But when I let God control
I'm on a roll
Steady through rocky roads
Was lost He brought me home
Gave me therapy for
complex
Creates miseries and pains at the price of what
Not the money and fame
The same game to bring stains to your name
Feeling afflicted by
if we hold on tight
We'll be there to try it again
Nineteen, as we roll across the bedroom floor
Your eyes, they cannot lie as you're dreaming
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