or heaven I don't believe that they are right about my life... I'll find the path and the way on my own I always have before I'll find the path and the way
heaven I don't believe that they are right about my life... I'll find the path and the way on my own I always have before I'll find the path and the way
Traduzione: Fiammata. Il Sentiero e La Via.
like simon says Smoke a lil weed in the back with the dreads (yo) I take pride in smellin fly Baby ain't no tellin why I blaze I sport Chuck Taylor's
There's no way Even if your distributor was Ted Kaczynski and you was produced by Tim McVeigh Don't look so shocked, if you in a blaze See, low texture
t got no grip You need to find some two-way tape and get sticky with it Cause our shit is like magnets the way that it attracts They must be something
[Music: Schulman] [Lyrics: Schulman] Our dream became reality as we enter the path of mourning The dark lord, our master, we follow the way foretold
(feat. Devn The Dude) The rain is falling and the weather is cold Don't know which way to go but i continue to roll (roll) the rain fall is really taking
leave you undressing (uhh) Teacha, teacha quick lesson (mmm) Nothin' like spellin' the math (math) I let the ladies fell the wrath When they step in my path (path path
else could the Gospel be born? If His bodily form wasn't hostily torn? This be norm crusin' heavens highway representin' Yaweh the fly Way, the do or die Way
's on cable Cause some don't know, when the light starts shining? It could light your path or it could start blinding Or inspire· or maybe set fire or blaze
And shoot fo or fo each otha I blame it all on the people around me It's because of them god never found me Right?? (wrong) [Blaze Ya Dead Homie:]
[Blaze:] It ain't no place to be, trust me And why is that you ask Ain't no lights at the end There's only darkness on my path Tortured souls fill the
and farther away [x4] [Violent J:] My compass spins outta control Which way do I go to get outta this hole I've come so far that I've lost my way Gone
[Blaze:] Look into my mind, tell me what you see, what you find Can somebody tell me what's happening this time? I don't know I break it down again,
and windy path Skeleton hand for a compass, dead skin for a map [Violent J:] Even on a sunshiny day, I'm grimy I can't find my way, untie me I don't
respected So gimmie mines and meet your deathwish Dead at the throat like floatin wit your neck slit Be gone, I'm way beyond My mind shines harder than
