through my minds back door or the path just down the road. This house haunted, my sins phantoms, sinners graveyard bleeds through my spine. Six feet by my own hand my
is my homie I'm rollin through a hood that I never been And every brother steps to me as a friend I love it, I love it And nothin in my life will ever
when I got to my knees and held my nigga close And asked not to leave us in the name of Christ Jesus But he's gone and all I got left is his blood on my
the mother fallen Sliced from the stars By the slicing discus At Kamarupa From her mouth at the end Of the worlds From her mouth at the end Of
Yes, the rhythm, the Rebel Alone in my level heat it up past the boiling point of metal Living legend, veteran known to set trend Lethal weapon, step through
tryin'a vick you Belief in my crew wishin' foes never get through And if so, Shalom, bless my soul, I'm home I lived my life to the fullest, neighborhoods
talk a little bit about some of the symbolism." "The fever?" "Sure." "Well, the fever is basically whatever ails you or oppresses you. It could be anything. In my case, it's my neurosis, my
, the rhythm, the Rebel Alone in my level heat it up past the boiling point of metal Living legend, veteran known to set trend Lethal weapon, step through