Lyrics:
in the breeze, suicide
With my friend
By my side, the gun is imaginary
The knife's downstairs and I have to carry
When I pick the shit up
It’s gone,
Alone in the world was poor little Anne
As sweet a young child as you'd find
Her parents had gone to their final reward
Leavin' their baby behind
Alone in the world was poor little Anne
As sweet a young child as you'd find
Her parents had gone to their final reward
Leavin' their baby behind
shit that's been goin' on? Too many innocent
Lives being taken by a pig. I'm sick of witnessin'
All these black lives being erased every second
By
Please leave me the fuck alone
You fuckers got me scared to listen to the dial tone
Why I gotta be a prisoner in my own home
When millions of us
I got many things in mind
I got a lot of time
Not doing anything
What am I doing
I don't wanna move at all
But I have to tho
Sick and tired
Sick
there's no gold, the only value money's got
Is the value we give it, while those on top
Collect fat stacks of cash flow by exploiting the poor
Everyone
you're walking the streets, as your hollow heart beats
I can tell you it won't beat alone
Cause by now it's quite clear I'll be waiting right here
When you
exactly have they done said sheriff John Brown
For me to shoot those poor old bastards down
Then outstepped the preacher with his hand upon his heart
off the poor but I'm a slave to the rich
I'm in depression so, this reflection is making me sick
Are you the one that's come to set me free?
to sellin raps, name your theme
My rise to the top, floatin on this cream
Who the hell want to stop me, I hated those who doubt me
A million ReFugees with
The Bastard's Tale,
[Part 2:]
Now remember,
The year is 1714,
And we're enjoying our new inventions,
Whatever those were.
Such is The Bastard's life,
your only god
Guided by your own desire
Silencing every glimpse of remorse
You're such a conceited bastard
To believe this is your call
Relieve the weak
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
day life will catch up and you will meet your fucking fate
You're a dick to those who care, you complain that you're alone
But you neglect reality, get
Alone in the world
Was poor little Anne
As sweet a young child as you'd find.
Her parents had gone
To their
wonder if I'm dead or alive
Poor momma can't control me
Quit tryin' to save my soul, I want to roll with my homies
A tickin' timebomb, an't nobody fade
toes out the door; my Achilles heel
But never sunshine, no never sunshine
I'm too ugly to be poor
and I can't get by
On delusions of grandeur alone
I'm
Rob
Van Dam the man inside
That you gave your hand to drive
I'm so sick I spit flows
With a whole infection
Time's hard and niggas gotta split
The O in
of your gang block
You kick the weak, let me laufh little bastard
When you're alone you watch the ground coward
Let me tell you what is your problem
man I ain’t got time to think
What I got to set aside for my retirement
Cop a double shift pay somebody to watch the kids
Sick of all this but
going
The demons keep my blood flowing
And I am sick and tired of being Cornered by my disorder
Everything to me seems to be so Subtle I play shuffle
feelings that i'm trying to hide
Those voices that i'm trying to hide
Those visions that i'm trying to hide
As i'm lost on my own and all alone
I surrender,
salvation we had been sick unto death
Our point was flawed
We were condemned by the law
Those he loves, man we know he chasten with the rod
Stay on the narrow
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