our backyard This that *shit* bring us closer to home They ask "What you writin fo'? What you writin on that paper fo'?" Don't ask me nuttin, just tell
around the clock on Michael Jackson's arraignment A flak story - flagged coffins, call Brit Hume for containment Fear mongering of terrorism, downplaying the war's death
a steeple [Repeat Chorus] Is that you, are you convinced black? Tell me if you can sense that There's a gap and only Christ can mend that-tell you
tell the story and what will they say? Will they say the victims were thought of as criminals While the guilty sat on high deciding their fate Ticking off statistics in their spare time Tell
Die by the Warbird! FLY! Fly with the Warbird! DIE! Die by the Warbird! SHARE OF Malice! In the firey hell No turning back You'll never live, no story to tell
rearrange yourselves May you live to say the story made to tell Make your faith in prayer great enough to break the spell I'm obsessed with watching death
And there you are So I won't apologize for fucking glory I will ring my copper bell and not be sorry And if all I had to tell was a simple story Well,
good deed for those who need intervene you bleed [D-Story] I drop fakers like drapes after beat downs defeat clowns with street sounds neighbours tell
gonna fall apart? So tell me what was on your mind Did you think you were going to die? (Here I am waiting for a sign) Waiting and waiting for someone to tell
easy-going But at least i have a fininshed story to tell. Cause' tomorrow i just might be Another face on t.v. Being arrested for telephone fraud Or beating someone to death
now, come here) [Verse 1] Come here little rabbit, I'm going to give you a treat, take a seat I'd like to tell you a little story, about a boy; he couldn
I got another gang story to tell. Peep, about how a black nigga was born in hell. And right then and there it's no hope cause a nigga can't escape the
care about Seein' hope till every hood fill with hopelessness And hopelessness is enough to get the hustle back crackin' Now you can tell the story to
Here is a story I want to tell about MEAT, MEAT, MEAT In most of countries it's much too cheap Animals are abusing and dying in front of me A death without
I will scream until my voice goes out i wander like a ghost for anyone that will pay attention so take these words and tell a story of a kid that fell
and... The weapons... The swords of shining metal... And those who found them and took these shining blades in hand were only men, now man was the master of this world. The story tells
cleansing breath Articles amending death These words are not tools of communication They are shards of metal Dropped from eight story windows They are
is death or glory now playing the losers game, surely it's better now Death or glory becomes just another story Death or glory becomes just another story