And I hate cough syrup, don't you? I'd rather be a sailor than a fighter I'd like to sail a ship into the sun If you wanna know the truth, you gotta
Do you wanna be honest Or do you wanna win? You could have it all If you could gracefully give in Like when a martyr go sees a martyr Lookin' in the
father? The ink of a scholar is worth a thousand times more Than the blood of a martyr We came through the storm Nooses on our necks and a smallpox
be appreciated Execute him for the masterpiece that he created Death of a sales martyr Fire starter If the hate doesn't make you wanna die Try harder --- I shot a
I've been a walking heartache I've made a mess of me The person that I've been lately Ain't who I wanna be But you stay here right beside me Watch as
if you don't hear, Im'a try harder, even if I die from bulletshots like a martyr. This world be drivin' me hysterical, God I need a miracle, devil keep
lie to the great Master Fard, cousin It's a facade, cousin -- they wanna lie to you They wanna tell you that the government is reliable They wanna tell
human Show us your courage Become all you can be Your fall shines through your bravery You will be the measure of man's failure A martyr for your race
I got a perfect way to make a new proposition I got a perfect way to make a justification I got a perfect way to make a certain a maybe I got a perfect
I was taught, I was taught that's a two way street I wanna know, I wanna know; why the path of violence? 'cause making martyrs doesn't kill a train of
't be, don't wanna be your saint, your martyr So sorry babe, so sorry babe, so sorry The years have blown away So tired of playin' in the water Don't wanna be
end without a bungee [Wooo!] 'Cause life is a circus and the girls on Haight Street are way too funky [true!] Time to feel like a martyr, a satire, a
rather rock acapella I'd rather be broke and have a whole'lotta resent Not a rich king, a pawn, a pegan for me to pee on Check out 9th street, a big
As the day I woke up to discover I lost my sheep [Verse 2: Slug] They say a picture's worth a thousand words Well I beg a thousand pardons for each word
to pull your torso in The water don't run, just drips like rain Still drips like a painkiller drips to the veins Fill it up With a bag of that happy
god I've never called upon the lord so much Play the corner of the club, laughing at the wanna-bes It's ironic cause they everything I wanna be Would light a
cause I got a big face in the game Sometimes I feel like fuck my life I fuck with a few niggas that I know that if my chick was a Shady ho? Niggas wouldn
be yourself, and be so clear Be yourself, yeah and be so clear C'mon just be yourself and be so clear C'mon just be yourself and be so clear Toiled