moon's at four o'clock And it's high time kingdom come So please get out of my car I was born in the backseat of a Mustang On a cold night in a hard
You, make me crazy and I don't know why You, got me working for another night You always keep me waiting You push me to a frenzy Now I know a better way
me Blown into fists of brer and jostled every first and fifteenth Say we'll get over on vocation push the product for the people Survival, hard ecnomoics
bullet holes In the doors of a Ford Explorer Hard-core, and I got more and more Where that came from? Welcome to my kingdom The streets are my freedom
moon's at four o'clock and it's high time kingdom come so please get out, of my car i was born in the backseat of a mustang on a cold night in a hard
he's mama's little angel I'm the opposite of Nas Nefarious, X-Raided I'm hell's son Till God's kingdom or hell comes I'll drop bombs I'm the Spawn, Lucifer
my place in time. So fly gone wine and dine and entertwine some music with my mind, WATCH ME SHINE, like the sun , shine until thy kingdom come, Shine till each and every hoping face come