the bones Off a body of years that I leave all alone Just a body of years See the skin disappears and the blood turns to stone In a body of years now
bones off a body of years that I leave all alone. Just a body of years, see the skin disappears and the blood turns to stone and the body of years now
'm ( ? ) [ ROUND 1: Hen-Gee ] Black stallion, knockin on concrete walls Standin tall, rappers in my face, they stall Stutter, softer than melted butter There's no other word, go ask your mother
It's been years since they told her about it The darkness her body possessed And the scars are still there in the mirror Everyday that she gets herself
they made up A thousand years ago And as you pray in your darkness For wings to set you free You are bound to your silent legacy Mothers tell your
Nothing satisfies me but your soul O, Death O, Death Wont you spare me over 'til another year Wont you spare me over 'til another year Wont you spare me over 'til another year
're all right We're all right It's been a long hard road without you by my side Why weren't you there all the nights that we cried? You broke my mother
Bait Shop You know the place Well anyway, Back then life was going swell And everything was just peachy! Except of course for the undeniable fact That every single morning My mother
's child The world is different since he's seen it last Out of jail been seven years and he's happy that he's free at last All he had was his mother
, you'll never put shorts on Ain't shit fair when you got to get your war on So why don't you come out and play? Make my mother fuckin' day Y'all niggas
I need to bring some sort kinda calm to it Bout to lose it, voices screamin', "Don't do it!" It's like '93, '94, 'bout the year that Big and Mag dropped
[fatal - talking] O.n.s. in this mother fucker We got the plague in this mother fucker The pentagon in this mother fucker [verse 1 - fatal] Around these
love is, get a grip" Sounds as if you're reading from some other tired script I'm not gonna meet your mother anytime I just wanna rip your body over
know what love is, get a grip Sound as if you're reading from some other tired script" I'm not gonna meet your mother anytime I just wanna grip your body
My father's father was the wisest man I ever knew Sixty years of education, seven years of school Farming kept his body strong, at night the only books
shit Least my wife and kid got somewhere nice to live I used to live in the gutter, me and my mother Now she's fifty years old, pushing a hummer The
