Lyrics:
McCormack and Richard Tauber are singing by the bed
There's a glass of punch below your feet and an angel at your head
There's devils on each side
the sky
And every word I say
Has come back to haunt me every day
So here I stand alone
Crippled on my cane
The coward I've become
The loser in
quick they were to take the life of Tamir
Rice, This life is so precious
How could be taken by those that we pay to protect us
Leaving that party as if
Jinx you it been a hit so sick ay
Living in a roof and with them six yea
Incapable breathing within they sipping ay ay
Finishing them up as I was
raise your voice
For the sick and the poor
Cos the man on the corner
Who died today
Cos yesterday
When he heard the news
There are those who ponce never
brought in
This big ass shipment
And for those that don't know
I work at a record store
And I make hot records
(That's a sick ass gimmick)
Finished
mistakes)
Well (Now, let me tell you what's on my mind)
When your smile is gone (He cares)
Yea, but I feel so alone (He's there and)
Although, your heart is
I do I know I know what time it is
Terrorist The Bastard Swordsman
Holocaust yo yo
Rap diligently return of the arm
The star trilogy
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
Leaving their baby
yo sister
Questions answered
Shot and killed by a sick bastard
My opinions stay the same so ain't no difference in the power
I'm motivated
To kill
I was poor
Won't see me I'm on tour
Don't see me kicking round no more
You see me blowing up
Didn't see me giving up
You it really think it's luck
But
enough to make a start
Those drawings are so damn smart
Like nearly all of our members love the music so damn hard
Sick of trying some more therapy
those gangsters
I'm allergic to those bullets
They say Sho be a rapper or a hooper
In Golden State, I'm a warrior surrounded by those shooters
Dad
all this
One line flows yeah I got some of those
Whippin & Whippin Showgy & Pajeros
Manaman hating on T, manaman Hating on me,
Hating on Me
Verse
all this
One line flows yeah I got some of those
Whippin & Whippin Showgy & Pajeros
Manaman hating on T, manaman Hating on me,
Hating on Me
Verse
the blues is weighting my poor heart down, just like a ball and chain.
People I once had a good wife, but those days are passed by.
People I once had a good
and thousand chains on, I got put up on
Ever green baggies, sellin' capsules, runnin' in classrooms
Slick bastards get C.R.E.A.M, yelling cash rule
Smile like
families
These insects just make me sick
Knowing that they just don't give a damn
About poor humans when their sick
Or when their bagging for new laws
With
By a basic standard, you could say I'm doing great
Huge raise at work, plus I got my own place
Business owner, yeah I'm stacking up my own cake
Pulling Up, Pulling Up, Pulling Up in my ride, (I’m Pullin up! Pullin up!)
I’m sick of, sick of, always wasting my time, (ooooo aahhhh)
Ice on,
It’s a prison for the poor. So it’s a prison for this man.
So what I gotta do? (grind it)
When I’m partying (grind it)
Or M. I. A. (grind it)
Living by
And tear my poor heart in two
Ain't no more blue up in my sky
Only cloudy moments ha
And this is like rain you left behind
All of those memories in
McCormack and Richard Tauber are singing by the bed
There's a glass of punch below your feet and an angel at your head
There's devils on each side
funny how you're born and then your life begins
Just like a baby all alone, that's if you wasn't a twin
You must begin to fend for self when
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