keep some kind of hope That someday we shall overcome this self destructive way of life Can we be freed from the hate It lies within our reach to rise from these graves
down to the gristle The Word of God chisels your middle When you read these living epistles The Gospel Shooter passin' out tracts like a producer Get used to these
get finished Got crazy lyrical ammo too hot to handle I robbed your skills son just call me a vandel I'm tired of all these weak ass rappers And all these
ripped away from me You were torn from my life You were ripped away from me Morbid gloom filled with strife You were ripped away from me Everyone
Armani linen All my convicts, livin' on the edge of life Criminal type thugs, who love to pull a heist We move shiest, livin' in these days of strife
Going, my boat's leaving today. Gonna get down to the water, gonna wash these blues away. Man this city's taken too much from me, gonna head out to
filled me with hate and strife As a child I fell into a dark abyss I failed to get through Now I must pay for all of you fools that ignored my call By these
Dobler, I'll get straight to the point, won't take too much time from ya, I'm probably the youngest person you'll get advice from today, And you may
he falls down This is no king this is merely a liege These are not the skills of royal prestige We've been tricked by these mongrels Had by those fools
