evidently when he hit the floor So now I'm in cuffs for the crimes I've committed Maybe I'll go to jail, heh, or maybe I'll get acquitted But the fact
blood-stream. Another Christ dies, jacked up by the state. Another glorious advance for civilisation. One small step for man. One giant step for mankind. For
I ain't for games, I just came to fuck and maybe get some brain. I got a woman at the crib so I ain't your man. I'll be damned, I'll be damned, I'll
[Fiend] I know you ain't bout this whomp Most requested since the Seventeen magazine for glock War vest since 17 cause I refuse to get popped Gone be
all the pain you've given out gets returned But I'm not sorry now I've payed for what I've learned And you're gone I turned on a T.V. station and
gets bold and decides to try five, when he's bribed by five guys and peer pressure will win every time you try to fight it Suddenly, he starts to convulse
he knows that I'm On my way I will not stray From the path of knowledge that'll earn my pay I think for myself, I take advice And if I did it wrong once
the Christian Dior I done popped 'till I sweat a christ in a pore But I do it again if you missed it before Its no big deal I'm so big wheel In them
to fight i want to fuck you want to fight i want to fuck it took forever just to get it up i've got a gun to my head yeah what can i say? i'm starin'
I looked for Scriptures that supported this off in the Bible Yet I couldn't find it I felt blinded I thought it was a demon in error I tried to bind it
blocked in, so I had to . . . I had to kick, I had to fight to f-four or five boogey-men in front of me . . . Roy: Then . . . but maybe he can turn into
blood or cuz From that number one thug, its still one love I rep my blue boy team but I do it for green I do it for my folks, vice, lords, and kings All
you blood or cuz From that number one thug, its still one love I rep my blue boy team but I do it for green I do it for my folks, vice, lords, and kings
I do once was blind, but now I see, I know I did it to greed, now freeze the G's and blow (??) life into the hood, mourn for those that died do's a genocide
my arms on the railroad track Cause I'm caught in a rat race lookin for my own space It gotta be a better place for you and me There's pie in the sky
Jeen Her silhouette I can't forget I'm gonna ask her yet My brothers truck, my Sunday slacks I've been working all week And I've got five bucks for gas
his wickedness Notice, I hassle with, I wrestle with anxiety Knowing that certain things I can't change about society So I put this in my diary, which