commit to your ideals? Even if you think nothing of it, Are you willing to allow others to think the world of it, And of you? Pedagogue of Young Gods.
Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December But the days grow short when you reach September When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame One
There's plenty of food on the table Lots of love in the house The children all do what they're able to do We got so much to be happy about. I got a
they ain't see Don't make enemies with me You'd Rather fuck with these other other little Gs Don't make enemies with me What nigga? Young motherfucking
daughter A vision from the other side. Farewell, my love, farewell young warrior May the gods be with you as brothers of the sword Farewell, my love, farewell young
Nature allows nothing but herself It's why we're placed between her motions To build and thrive like material gods The stubborn fixtures that she always
Ah . . . Searching for the one who- Send her to death The one who was her true love And forever will be replaced By other poor young boys No one
valley where time and space had ceased to exist...] [where his world ends and the shadows begin. The one eyed old man tells the] [young man that fate has chosen him to interfere with the other
everflow, Back before I leave. Imaginations from the other side. (You would get answers, but there's none to find.) Imaginations from the other side. (
kill the gods Or where's the wonderland Which young Alice had seen Or was it just a dream I knew the answers Now they're lost for me Imaginations from the other
I wish I Could get them back From the everflow Before they'll fade away Imaginations from the other side Far out of nowhere it got back to my mind Imaginations from the other
I curse with all the agony expressed in this verse; let me ask my niggaz (why?) My niggaz tell me (why) tell me (we die) Because we Gods nigga (and) we
a gypsy, bloodshed Survivors move wise through the city Word to mother, only a few alive off of pity High ride, and a five palm clutched on a blinky Other
and S.C.C. In '93, I'm 13 years young Rocking the LP by WTC tongues Dutch sawed in the shape of swords, boxed you Found trafficking the gods and swords
who impose it. We only have ourselves and each other. They have their order and those who impose it. We only have ourselves and each other. It is easy
s not some forces in space it's my Lord who's sportin' this world like a bracelet, taste it that's what we call flava those other gods don't cut it
him into his fist The gods took him to a deep cavern With his sons One day changed into a wolf And the wolf devoured other son's body The gods took his