Lyrics:
gone
Even when I'm wrong
Man to each his own
Man to each his own
So fuck all the bullshit just leave me alone
Believe that I'm gone
Even when I'm wrong
some words about his own father and they expressed the way we in his family feel about him. He said of what his father meant to him:
"What it
cycle on your own. Breathe at your own pace, trusting the wave that flows within you.
Imagine that the rectangle turns into a door. You see a handle,
with what we do is each his own
Living in fear, endless shame for countless years
I never lived in fear, I knew I'd die another day
I never viewed my
live so wrong, with what we do is each his own
But living in fear, endless shame for countless years
I never lived in fear I knew I'd die another day
I
don't want to be last
I just want to be present and not surpassed by my own failings as a sinner to weep and nash teeth
So to those who are
the mountain with each step he
Feels his consciousness
Tearing away
The world crumbles and constructs in his stead
His momma
I look at his face while he's laying
like you lease ya home
I know men who value the flesh over the things of God
I prefer the fruits of the Spirit but to each his own
Can't fault him for
but peacefully cause we think that peace is only got
by peaceful methods and that to fight the establishment
with their own weapons is no good,
because
grasped the belly,
A forefoot seized on each arm while deep in either cheek he fleshed
his fangs ;
The hinder on the thighs were spread,
‘ twixt which
From the "welcome home" to the kick out
Reach into a rabbit, pull a trick out
Preacher preaching to a faggot with his dick out
Hard times call for
accident
With sugar on my tongue and a breeze in each armpit
I descended to heavan cross-legged by magic carpet
Carried along through tunnels by
on the other
And I just sit around and watch 'em argue with each other
Lone disciple, praying for his own survival
He keep a Holy Bible by a loaded rifle
on
Let the cries out
Wave a whole chicken by his
Legs near the crotch smells
Sweating bullets in the tip
Blow torching his flesh
I seen his face melt
Drip
and squeeze
Critics expecting me to underachieve
I just deal with the hate I receive
By rolling back my sleeves
Sure was a breeze, I bring him right to his
Herman hers relationship and Herman is really a sick foolish man, who was given the name Samuels by mistake and it's not his and so he isn't a Samuels
his own habitation, and what was the wisdom of the cave
And his fellow prisoners, do you not suppose that he would bless himself with a change
And pity
and each digger wanted his own piece of land.
Now the diggers were few and the gold was so deep
that the black man was called 'cos his labour was cheap
with
plan?
There are no means for escaping this world
It penetrates even into your sleep
And is his substance
You are caught in your own dreaming
Where there
beam of hope
Listen closely now that you feel you are alone
Just a breath by your shoulder,
You are never on your own
Believe and trust in Him,
Let His
I'll stay unbound
Some live so wrong, with what we do is each his own
But living in fear, endless shame for countless years
I never lived in fear I
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Hold on to each other
Hold on to each other
This is what the world sounds like
Nah, fuck you, nigga (fuck you, bitch)
own mother
she looked back at him and cried, cause he had forsaken her
she cried more painfully, than when they were raping her
his whole world stopped,
precision
Cast into the fire are his hacked off bloody feet
Horrified by the stench of his own burning flesh
Until he's dead he'll smell his own burning meat
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