And I don?t deserve you. But if there?s one thing God want us to know Its that things can always get worse Because even a dead man has a soul Don?t
around the writer's block and find the poet's tree, johnny rockwell you know it's me, my past is a matter of when and if, not a matter of fact, pressure
Innocent, your riddles yield a little plastic blend Fuck a badge, light a bonfire, dance a jig around a pig Figurin' yeah, I'll land a plan on bleached
a jerk. The purist turns a deaf ear. He's such an intellect, Does he think his censorship is gaining our respect? The raising of a fist, like a trigger of a
a look, at the thoughts inside my mind The pain I feel, it burns so deep inside It's a struggle everyday, to live my life Mean a young a black male, at
a slumber under red skies Heads splittin', straight sippin' a drip of dead vibes It's red tides from here, stop and smell analog hell Clenchin' a stench
man the program you juss a dead man walkin you all done witnessed The Sickness, it's only of the chosen he said often that money would change a fake nigga
' a slumber under red skies Heads splittin', straight sippin' a drip of dead vibes It's red tides from here, stop and smell analog hell Clenchin' a stench
the thoughts inside my mind The pain I feel, it burns so deep inside It's a struggle everyday, to live my life Mean a young a black male, at home or
