find a way I'll find a way I'm bored and tired Give me some life I sure need it... To make me happy... I'm dreaming of a future womb A place
by the gun That's on the one, two, three and the fo's for life I slap five on the black hand side I realize the future lies among my two sons and daughter
a God Black woman ya are the mother of all Black woman ya stand so firm and tall And as you aged mind body and soul You became more beautiful You are the future
the feds crashed the party You confuse your own folk Running from the paparazzi Dirty mind and tap water Consumin yo body Illuminati in the tomb Poisonin the womb
fear me And I see the flowing tears so know that you hear me When I move in your womb that's me being scary 'Cause who knows what my future holds Yo
your guns Hold your breath if they are close They take hostages to get drugs Miles I'm walking seeing the hand of men Destroying the land. Is the future
love the swollen mound, I love the swollen mound All hail the new seed breeding from our hearts and wombs All hail the new seed breeding from our hearts and wombs
you when I was dying None are we innocent Blinded and malevolent You choked my breath I was gasping God save the motherless Absolve the sickness through death From the dark womb
bright god Balder and the power of the sun descend into her misty realm, but in the future Balder will be reborn and rise from the womb of Hel like
a rumor were true Michael Jackson more that likely Would have had some of his semen preserved before the surgery To ensure his the future of his name
pure, Sheltered by the womb, Birth is stained with blood That is no longer pure. She is the fear of th future. Rising out from the womb, A black, looming
Just breathe, just breathe, just breathe Just breathe, just breathe I am not a regular microphone controller I was in the womb with this, now I'm seconds
Sound asleep deep in the !maternal womb !Suconsciously dreaming aspects of his future reign The Antarct, Prince of the Pillorian Age He who will rule
no future No time, there's no time Celebration, churches Singing songs of doom Running like headless chickens As they reproduce to the womb No future
thug's wife It's like a cycle, niggaz come home, some'll go in Do a bullet, come back, do the same shit again From the womb to the tomb, presume the
and tried to pluck you from the womb. hang your head in shame; ye who'd dare accuse our mother. a curse upon your name and all your future sons. the
to mothers womb tomb of the unborn child Coming events cast their shadows before wintery wind the eye of the storm witness the past the future Holds
