you walk the path of missery Your faith is pre set A warning was made But you failed to notice The wisdom of a friend The wisdom of a friend Fear of
Prevod: Mess. Modrost Lost.
performer that's fully equipped [ ROUND 1: MC Taste ] Y'all played yourselves right in front of the mic Moved your body so that the feelin was right But if you get lost
't get up Meanwhile the enemy screams the boy is stuck And the legs of the king are dangling in a rut Falling pieces, lost sparks, hearts cut We're not
the neighbor tagged by the amateur? Water blast erase the trace of the canisters Water path took the stairways left the banister Washed over premises, turned up percentages Lost
down But I was lucky 'cause I never caught the hard time I was blessed with the skill to bust a dope rhyme All my homies died or caught the penzo Lost
Hopin' to float On what is bullshit Pull spliffs flowin' to Goats The sky's the limit Stay powered vision Visualize the body righteous Lost cipher The mind's wisdom
for the new order Who want it? We got what your looking for Fuck you gonna do now, money Cause this the sonee Seeds of mister droppin wisdom like a
mess her virtues onto others 'cause you're most likely right Though when you do stand by her die, live, or fight This ain't poetry but wisdoms dispensed
dark caves, wisdom reigns Awareness dulls ambition's flame Like a corpse in soil laid Trust and faith long since decayed Togetherness, broken mess Devotion
world She dishes out the dirt with the party powder girls Who think love comes in diamonds and wisdom in pearls And art is just paraphernalia She's lost
a man selling lies as truth Like a king who was loved too much They made a mess of your only child Her innocence was not lost While the judge and jury
for the neighbor tagged by the amateur? Water blast erase the trace of the canisters Waterpath took the stairways left the banister Washed over premises turned up percentages Lost
't get up Meanwhile the enemy screams the boy is stuck, and the legs of the king are dangling in a rut Falling pieces, lost sparks, hearts cut. We're
down But I was lucky cause I never caught the hard time I was blessed with the skill to bust a dope rhyme All my homies died or caught the penzo Lost
fully equipped [ROUND 1: MC Taste] Y'all played yourselves right in front of the mic Moved your body so that the feelin was right But if you get lost
We all wandering men with lost spirits We all praying to heaven, can y'all hear us? God delivers, God forgive us We all wandering men with lost spirits
for the new order who want it? we got what your looking for fuck you gonna do now, money cause this the Sonee seeds of mister droppin wisdom like a blister
