It?s all that I want, all that I need Blood blurs everything that I see What the fuck, can?t control anything Please God, end this suffering In
dime, havin? more than pocket change is strange to me, still I make it through everyday amazingly my life is a dead-end street, gotta do more than make ends
your eyes How much can you sacrifice How much will we suffer this time This is not what I?ve seen in your eyes Forget your face Erase your name And turn all these pages to blank It
CRYPTICAL PROPHECIES OF MU:] And be it known to the Children of the Telluric Nexus, that the day of the Great Purification is at hand... as it was written
strength of our love. Gandhi called it Ahimsa. The Greenham Wowan call it the 'Politics of Whimsy', But it doesn't end there, neither is it enough. Gandhi
they've made their choice, now it's up to you and me, how it has to be. I'll take this road till it ends. One voice, one gal, no end. Trusting is not
the flashlights (fuck!) Got me laid out across the hood It's all good it nothing but leather wood This harassment is nonstop, and when it's not the cops it
your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it You, nore nobody is gonna hit as hard as life But it ain't about how hard you hit It's about how
ghetto titanic I got to hand it to my father, though I took him for granted He told me, life is what you make it and not how you planned it What do the
game When I bang for the suffering 400 years We had enough of it It's etched in our veins we still thuggin it If I had to do it again I thug it twice
neck It hurt when I was empty and friends just turned away It was you who chose to stay And helped me heal, pieced me back into a whole Now it's you
friend Felt like it would never end (or so they say) So long my friend seemed like this would never end (or so they say) It's up to you (for you) The
a nyam it like how yuh ah nyam Yvonne Rah, yuh been acting pon, Uzi from Ackee Pond marro nah fly dat vanish like magician Sell out which dads, how dads
you're not invited [End chorus] ah aaaah oouuh wouhou ah aaaah oouuh wouhou It's a shame That you left me hanging like you did It was brave But it
Yo l, I told you that we would sell Oversell to the point now, that the pockets, start to thicken How in the world did women become chickens Is it the
your wits end You get burned like youre smoking a cigarette from the lit end Youre acting so feminine you could be stressing about split ends Certified
