ma banish you all And celebrate all in your absence once I get rid of y'all Sometimes I can't describe the wicked shit I feel in my heart Break my silence
we say, oh Mother, Father, please explain to me How a man who rocks his child to sleep Pulls the trigger on his brother's heart He digs a hole right
Queen of all my sleepless nights For whose beauty I, Faun, have played my pipes, with heart Queen in white silk, skin like milk Horns of Faun, lips of
Pimp C, Young Jeezy) [T.I.] Yeah, yeah, uh, aye! What the fuck I gotta worry about now? Nigga you think after weatherin' the storm and comin' from the extremes
by... some real ghetto Detroit shit..." [Verse 1] I tried to come up with a speech that heat seeks In a mans last stand with a heart that beats week
ma BANISH you all and celebrate all in your absence once I get rid of y'all Sometimes I can't describe the wicked shit I feel in my heart Break my silence
tradition and they're handing out emptiness we'll take it cos it's given free with this plastic innocence and these standards of living Questions lighted questions burnin' holes
we say, oh Mother, father please explain to me How a man who rocks his child to sleep Pulls the trigger on his brother's heart He digs a hole right
m extreme with 16's, God forgive me I'm nice Like Rasheed Wallace, my street knowledge is source When beef starting, niggas know my shit'll blow holes
Queen of all my sleepless nights For whose beauty I, Faun, have played my pipes with heart Queen in white silk, skin like milk Horns of Faun, lips of
Queen of all my sleepless nights For whose beauty I, Faun have played my pipes, with heart Queen in white silk, skin like milk Horns of Faun, lips of
destiny and then child-sized specificity. lain there, inherent in the once one cellded organism. A consummate pin-hole poked in the plot behind planet earth and such. A pin-hole
BANISH you all and celebrate all in your absence once I get rid of y'all Sometimes I can't describe the wicked shit I feel in my heart Break my silence