Dreaming about my mother dying My mind is set at ease Number the bodies in the mortal world Spreading disease Nodding acquaintances to be sure Making '
..And so is my Mother Mother, could I come back to you? Mother, could I come back through you? Mother, could I come back to you? O, Mother, could I crawl
Prevod: Christian Death. Dream Za matere.
Prevod: Christian Death. Mati.
Prevod: Christian Death. Dream Za matere Rozz Rikk James.
If it wasn't for you Do I believe in the resurrection of Christ? And did His death bring forth new life? And did He raise up and bring back Lazarus from
now And all my friends can do is pray for me now Only God can judge me Now that I'm dead and gone I finally got these niggaz up out of my business Death
, what are we facing? See you at the crossroad, that's Vacation Shit is like Fright Night, get you a Night Light Two blunts, Zeitgeist, remind me it's Christ
or leave in pieces Even Jesus was killed by the polices They crucified him now they inject us with juice to fry 'em Depends on the state if death is
and law A convicted felon for armed robbery At the time where he had sank into deep poverty Forsaken by his mother and father, Christ achievin' the
[killah priest] The prophecies of a poor man end on a train Take his last breath Slumps over drops his last bit of change A mother pacing by her window
beginning of knowledge But fools despise the wisdom and instruction Heed the instructions of your father And do not foresake the law of your mother For
death What would you choose? If you had a choice, life or death What would you choose? If you had a choice, life or death What would you choose? If you
seat I climb My head is shaved, my head is wired And like a moth that tries to enter the bright eye I go shuffling out of life Just to hide in death
the fact, That he's fuckin' his mother, And at the Last Supper, he confesses that. He's an undercover, Male-Lover, And oh yeah, Heaven's wack! He don't want the Light, Now I got Christ
to war wit the Intentions to annialate everythin' you stand for Wit the death of myself 'cause I'm a believer The blessings of sacrifice the messenger who Cometh after the Christ
run Cherishing every last breath But I ain't going back It's freedom or death That be my motive 4 murder Now I know you the judge of life and death
the mother, the father, the killer Forever and ever all right I am the shapeless, the deathless, remorseless Forever and ever tonight I'm feelin' hollow again I am the mother
