Lyrics:
Surrounded by smiling faces
They grin and laugh as they work
These are people who love what they do
Who have always come through
These are people
the Eastside of Pittsburgh, mixed by Big Jerm, produced by Billy Hoyle, and ugh written by me
So it's a beautiful day
Behind my voice your hearing the breeze
winds declared atrocity
Overwhelming tides swallow the surface
Amidst unstable lights and growling voices
"In venom I watched you endure
Emerging for
unto you
Now every where I go
Is all by you
Every step I make it's you
And every thing I've been through
Is by your grace and love it's true
Yeah
First
metamorfoz
Sam nie wiem czy to sztuka, czy mam tylko dope voice
Spox głos czy kozak wokal
Po co szlabany, koks, skoro nie po to rap kocham?
Nie ma co bica
You come to earth a slave at birth
Bound by the strings that you hate most
Told how to think
Told what to say
No voice just a living toy
You're
longer you make me feel stronger
With you by my side there's nothing we won't conquer!
Put your hand on my shoulder guide me through the road hey
Without
Into the walls of golden mist
The halls envelop your very form
The challenge that awaits you
Requires true determination
The voice of reason
Appears
people suffering in silence while I sat by
Thinking you don't have a voice is a sad lie so let them label you the bad guy
I can not try to deny what
ten toes too long, I was selfish and plagued by pride
I didn’t know I was wrong, until I was saved by Christ
Holy Ghost came along, came along opened my
the louder voice.
Gaslit me into believing I'm the problem for us.
Hard to accept, my past wasn't normal.
And I shouldn't just have let it happen to me.
My
voices high
As we praise em over all He's done
We cannot hide God
The love is on time
Always right there on our side
In every battle sure to show in life
of voices yelling or breaking plates.
If we had to live our lives without warmth, I know that we'd somehow get by.
However, we know we're meant for more, so
Ripped apart by the burning Sun
Ripped apart by the one
I'm burning up inside
From a firestorm of your lies
My burnt soul black as coal
Incinerated
I see the work of Your Hands
Galaxies spin in a Heavenly dance, oh God
All that You are is so overwhelming
And I hear the sound of Your Voice
I see the work of Your Hands
Galaxies spin in a Heavenly dance, oh God
All that You are is so overwhelming
And I hear the sound of Your Voice
dismantling the gated
one gait at a time
Heartened by hops, their spirits and song
Heartened by hops, their spirits and song
My voice was unwelcome
bruised
of our hearts
to a rage that might still pull us under.
But drawn to the streets by voices that live
much nearer to ground than to heaven
––we’ll gather
time wheels by, echoes in the mind
the hallway to your fame, slowly fades away
out on the street, everyone can see
you need to make the changes, no
wrote it about you
Yeah it always seems to come back to you
I don't have to tell you
You've heard it all by now
I'm just one single voice in a choir
an arrested silence (In an arrested silence)
We plead to our insane gods (We plead to our insane gods)
And their voices in our heads (And their voices in our
somewhere ahead
The wry hoots of a phantom
He staggers and bows his head
What he has heard is the voice of his own conscience
He is determined and alert
concepts, new tools, new weapons
By analyzing the past, Sage can project into the future
I used to think that rappers had it figured out
Brass Monkey,
should ask
That somehow she slipt through his grasp
His future is linked to the past
By the ghost of a chance
He hears her voice as she enters
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