the concentration and contemplation of our inner world removes the blindness from our eyes. we lie the loudest when we lie to ourselves. neurotic to survive
concentration and contemplation of our inner world removes the blindness from our eyes. we lie the loudest when we lie to ourselves. neurotic to survive
on your ass like an avalance A soul survivor, learned to get high and pull drive bys Burned my folks, can't control my nine Hearin' thoughts of my enemies
the war route, without a doubt Ball, which means we all ride if it's on Each nigga handle ya own, bring it on strong If you got bills to pay, nigga go
was so money orientated, initiated as a thug Fiendin for wicked adventures, ambitious as I was Picture a nigga on the verge of livin insane I sold my soul
me down on my knees than on my feet tell me whats this world we're living in sometimes it seems so strange on the outside looking in no light another man with a blood shot soul
control. Wonder what's next for heart and soul. Nothing I have can save me now. Here in what maybe my final hour. It's my time, cannot survive. I made
desire for you So come on down and do what you gotta do You started this fire down in my soul Now can't you see it's burning out of control Now come on
hearts and minds what is the price for us to survive? Terrorize our soul Grasping control Cerebral assassin search and destroys fucked up society population control
In The Same Chair Under The Same Light Round The Same Time A Night When I Write Probably Will For Life 25 And I Ain'T Gettin Any Younger Living To Survive
I've no regrets, time to forget If your lookin' for some kind of a soul remedy, take control of it Its back again, deep in my head But somethin' tells
control and you're robbing me blind I showed you my soul and you took all I had Blind, mained, disfigured you left me for dead I look out my window down on
once more And now we're falling fast! so [Chorus:] Lets get right out of here Crashland and be on our way Before its too late Crashland with no controls
eyes from your second-hand smoke. Taking our lives from the cutting room floor. This is our show. What feeds the body, frees the soul. Now I'm starving, lost control
s all about survival. Vicious and cold, with a passion to Rule and control, In for the kill, with a hunger to Take your mind and soul, Don't let go. Get
church shoes parolee homie's home on curfew Who's commercial, I verbalize universal Uniqueness, I'm nonchalant nigga no secrets What ambiance never show weakness, control
AZ: Yo when times get trifle I'm subjected to street survival See many never complete they cycle, other retreat to bibles Livin' holy, but currency seem to control
Once again, firm affiliation Like we say; the show must go on [Chorus: 2X] Sunshine ? we hustle to the moon light Reminisce on a good time Cop come on
