And groupies on their way to war Get to write the next film score But the rock and roll star knows His glory is really nothing Men of religion on the
other. And groupies, on their way to war, Get to write the next film score. But the rock and roll star knows his glory is really nothing. Men of religion
him why we follow the law of the bluest eye He looked at me, he thought about it was like, "I'm clueless, why?" The question was rhetorical, the answer
me chorus And we make this new religion To escape what we've become Your signal's fading so let go And we make this new religion As the program
heart is your prison when there's no light to be seen that when you die with your dreams and loose your religion You're been looking for an answer you
stay The place is a mess, it's overcrowded, more are coming in everyday" I said, "Oh man, wait a minute there's gotta be something wrong I ain't a bad
flesh and bones The air Ia??ve never breathed, fragrance Ia??ve never smelled The pride I never had, the nationality that I never felt Saddam was bad,
from me No more chances if you blow this, you bogus I will never ever let you live this down, down, down [Kanye West - Verse 1] Penitentiary chances, the devil dances and eventually answers
This Shit Too Obvious, She Know I Got A Mistresssee You Was A Bad Desiciou Got Me In A Bad Position, Fussin In Public Got Me Loosin My Religion, I Bot
. Maybe it looks like the writing's on the wall, But you've seen it before, it's another death pall. So somebody's coming with an answer to the shit, Just bad
why we follow the law of the bluest eye He looked at me, he thought about it Was like, "I'm clueless, why?" The question was rhetorical, the answer is
A learning vessel of several Lessons to make me more cleverer My sweet little religion My sweet little religion you mean everything to me My sweet little religion My sweet little religion
't clean Said he could almost no longer stand the breath From this pure horror, more worse than Amittyville So what's next? Don't answer me yield. (yup
straight from the streets I'm action-oriented when I'm screamin KILL CORRUPT POLICE I read books, reap intelligence to compromise my bad looks I roam
time. Yeah. Who's up for game two? What to do? My wallet's gettin thin, and I just lost my watch last night Well I got a problem. Just one answer, gotta
misery in the history of mankind Sometime it seems more like The blind leading the blind It brings upon us more famine, death and war You know religion has a lot to answer
fall In my temptation nightmares It's only what they see Sacred religions will be banished No one will oppose my speech Damnation of all those kinds A answer