I've got problems, I'm gonna use them I'm gonna keep them from you 'til you cry I've got machine guns, I never shoot them I only borrowed them in case
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not mean We charm the movement suffers Call out all our memories Clearly to be home We've moved fast We need love A part we offer is our only freedom
do not mean We charm the movement suffers Call out all our memories Clearly to be home We've moved fast We need love A part we offer is our only
is a part of you and you are afraid to speak Deep down, way down in the depths of you He is ready to take over and rape the last part of the sanity in
It f***ed me up so much I couldn't even go to the wake But if her family called I'm gon' make sure that they straight It's like this part of my life
and played it With a remark like, "Hey, played that instrumental, you cat's got potential." In the process of doing talent shows, parties, and mix tapes
This wicked city Just drags you down You're with the red lights Your side of town Don't say it's easy To follow a process There's nothing harder Than
And the theologian told me that it's all been designed And I'm trying to maintain objectivity The world won't illuminate what really matters [Unverified] Processing
skag And skip out for beer during commercials Because the revolution will not be televised The revolution will not be televised The revolution will not be brought to you by Xerox In 4 parts
you with patterns The legend of the two who induced you like dragons We strike like swooping Gargoyles of Saint Catherine I'm taking parts of hard earned parts
What I?ve realized since is That it is a very painful process But it is not destructive It?s the world deliberation That what really happened in the '
bodies in a cart Listen to the good part Poke around doors roamin the land Chewing on somebodys head i dont understand Its to much for my nugget to process
Good schools, the learning process I had no education when I was a kid I have no explanation for them things I did I pulled the legs off a dog and rolled
the table said baby are you home. Didnt expect Bones. Were alone. And shes reachin for the telephone, to call the police. Strangled with the cord, now deceased. In a process
might be dead, but I'll kick your ass So I apologized but he still had to talk shit So I stepped over his face and kept walkin' And here is the part
Buying blond wigs from k-mart Chorus: x4 Verse two: Fierce animal with horsehair down her back With a stolen g-string, sporting a zirconia ring Out the cracker jack box Even though her private parts
What good is it for a man to, gain the world Yet lose his own soul, in the process? God loves you, yes, He does Said you're alright with Him, I wonder