she?d heard you Papa was gone but he?s still in the mud And the river runs thick with his innocent blood And God gave a stone but it rolled down the
she?d heard you Papa was gone but he?s still in the mud And the river runs thick with his innocent blood And God gave a stone but it rolled down
when she?d heard you Papa was gone but he?s still in the mud And the river runs thick with his innocent blood And God gave a stone but it rolled down
chrome In the dark, yo, I do this alone That's the reason why I don't shake hands, in case I gave you a phone That's a buck fifty, long hickey, when
She sits in a room with fear Painting a wall with iron tears Her looks change to fit her own Leaving her fading friends for love Broken window on her
bells Sufferin' in a jail, I don't recognize a soul Reach one with a cold force, gon' be the one that have to be told Behold the son of God with a scroll
above his chin I saw him kill a man with his own bare hands never showin' no mercy on him He carried a pistol and a switchblade and a tomahawk with him
slamming doors of iron echoed through the halls Where despair holds life within its cruel claws But then I met a man who's face seemed so strangely out of place A
would love to see A stationary pulley drawin' from a wishin' well The Genie gave me three more because I listen well There's a Proverb that goes "One
In the dark, yo, I do this alone That's the reason why I don't shake hands, in case I gave you a phone That's a buck fifty, long hickey, when I strike
guy role's been a God damn cover up [ugh] We ride on yo block wit the Mac Hit a nigga up [huh] God damn it! It's Northern Califoolya [right] This Mac
with rules by which even God wouldn't abide you set down the iron fist I fell in lust and the punishment stung like fresh blood on a suicidal wrist
like a bad tooth This hard rock got softer than brown spots on bad fruit I came with a heart stone like a statue then the rap group Got under my skin like a tattoo They rapped about a
in a jail, I only recognize a soul Reach one with a cold force, gon' be the one that have to be told Behold the son of God with a scroll Flame throwin
The slamming doors of iron echoed through the halls Where despair holds life within its cruel claws But then I met a man who's face seemed so strangely out of place A
