me by the throat You make it sound so sincere I never believe what I always hear I never thought I'd see the day They've got me by the throat I'm force
got me by the throat You make it sound so sincere I never believe what I always hear I never thought I'd see the day They've got me by the throat I'
the pen, had to crush his throat Probably never even saw it comin - too busy bullshittin Caught him with his mouth runnin; ain't this a bitch They got me
semi open eyes starin' at vanilla skies oxy cotton got me high - got me de-sensatized I can feel it my blood stream, coursin' thru a young teen crawlin' thru my veins, makin' me
Thinkin of a mystery that gets to me Playin around sayin you're gonna dis the G You wish to be, just like me You wanna battle me? I insist that we Toss
leaves skilled ????? for dead Dumb cats think I pack lead from the bloodshed Words spread, and vocals (?) intent Patriarch making marks like the stroke of a pen Choking men by the throat
once again) T.M.F., Theodore Unit 9th Prince, Killarm' My nigga 'Dox [9th Prince:] Aiyo my comrades and thugs in Gangsta Paradise Terrence two times'll slice ya throat
me an ocean Bleed me an ocean tonight By electric graveyard light Bleed me an ocean Let me lie beneath the sky Teach me how to die Bleed me an ocean
bleed so easy Bleed me an ocean Bleed me an ocean tonight By electric graveyard light Bleed me an ocean Let me lie beneath the sky Teach me how
it?s suffocating me, grabbing a hold of me and tightening its grip, tighter than a pair of my little sisters jeans...which look great on me by the way
in the wind i put me trust in how the way she smile it gave me strength for the future. but waves are crashing in and we are drowning by the minute. do
Here I gaze at a pantheon of oak, a citadel of stone If this grand panorama before me is what you call God. . . Then God is not dead I walked down to
you've taken the last of me the god's of your innocence shall not protect you from the hate of my wrath you've taken the last of me... blame the end
You?ve taken the last of me The god?s of your innocence shall not protect you from the hate of my wrath You?ve taken the last of me Blame the end on
be dumped into a black hole: the bottomless abyss of bi-polar disorders A broken abacus down to good times Someone please write a post-it note to remind me
In this shadow, I shrink and it knows I can't move. It is making me cold. And it grows in my stomach like mold. It keeps me just sick enough to stay
I got a nice view of the street, but it ain't safe (nobody's fuckin' safe!) You see, you pass me by all day On the way to work (to work) You find me with
