The Gods have sent an angel to find it is my task She's radiant like the sun comes with a blast And my doubts are still increasing Whether I haven't
Running away from the spotlights The vision of dreams becomes real Shadows chase : I'm in the final race I've been framed I ain't guilty But now I'm
Well, it's friday noon, the bell is tolled And life's spilling out on the streets The drudging's done, the weekend's to come My heart takes up a faster
Midnight bright full moon shines the street is cold and quiet An open window a naked room a creature's lonely cry All your prayers they're useless now
We synchronize our steps and habits We're tied to mental chains Why not tear them down? We condemn pleasure and we banish laughter In a world of cold
Your smile is sparkling evil your eyes promise betrayal Your beauty's like a signal to false testimony You bird of prey don't make no prisoners No bodyaches
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Once there'll be a time without any life And in our space there'll be kinda light A new day will dawn like the first morn A planet will rise out of misty
There is not in the harbour the chaingang's got the guard In the steamin' hot disaster slavery is fighting hard And the rifles scream: no mercy die
Hear the wind howl it seems so far away But it's just cheating to you Cos it's roaring and waiting for the day to overthrow all rules Lightning flashing
Ban my rhymes, now I'm back to bustin, nines And bustaz can't get none, hell no A quick flurry and he's buried with a swelled jaw I came up from the
feat. Ron Isley) [Girl] Scott Storich(??) [Hook (Tupac)] Why'd you sland crack? I had to Why'd you sland crack? Cuz I had to Why'd you sland crack
in terror So we strive singularize we reflect in the mirrors The prophecy is clear Niggaz lock n load disappear Strategize with no fear Waging war for years The crack
change get a piggy bank, stuff the shit in You never know when them quarters, gon come in handy Somebody could come rob you, and charge to your family Gotta crack
, well nigga fuck it (nigga fuck it) [Big Pokey] Fuck it, I'm agg'd and tripping with this heater I'm a Texas stampeder, M.O.B. ring leader Crack fiend
ya two niggas off the atlas With a gat that's bigger than Godzilla's back nigga You are not realer, in fact you're feel the effects Of a crack dealer,
of a thug lord sittin' in a cemetery cryin I've been lost since my adolescence calling for Jesus Ballin' as a youngster wondering if he see's us Young black males Crack
at ya' car From the last shootout, I got a demple on my face It's nothin', I could go after Mase's fanbase Shell hit my jaw, I ain't wait for doctor to
