around, it won't be in there No one will save us from our misery Inside this depressive state Possessed minds, blinded ways And monstrous days to kill
around - it won't be in there. No one will save us from our misery inside this depressive state. Possessed minds, blinded ways and monstrous days to kill
I hear we livin in the last days it?s revelation and you best get right with God or else hell is waitin the world is conin to an end /everyday it?s a
my true thugs, picture me now still down for that death row sound, searchin for pay days no longer dre day, arive derche long and forgotten, rotten
. They say that plastic bullets were designed not to kill, They do. I say that human beings were not designed to kill, not us, not me; We do. We regret
within Killin me with a gun is easy, try a pen For the use it was intended I don't like to be the one to start the drama nigga, but I know how to end it Kill
landlord's dead, you can keep the rent You got twelve fine friends but one of 'em's rotten There's a hole out back, ain't got no bottom Forty days in
I hear we livin in the last days it's revelation and you best get right with God or else hell is waitin the world is conin to an end everyday it's a storm
a plastic bullet. They say that plastic bullets were designed not to kill, They do. I say that human beings were not designed to kill, not us, not me
Mos Def) *Trugoy:* (Vibes... Vibrations...) Yeah... Check the vibe y'all vibe y'all... (Vibes... Vibrations...) Dirty rotten tooth Select from the sound
[Trugoy:] (Vibes... Vibrations...) Yeah... Check the vibe y'all, vibe y'all... (Vibes... Vibrations...) Dirty, rotten tooth Select from the sound booth
I hear we livin in the last days it's revelation and you best get right with God or else hell is waitin the world is conin to an end everyday it's a
But to stay more in to kill, with they pressures to conform To an established lifestyle said to constitute the norm Believe that and it's on, in these days
with a plastic bullet. They say that plastic bullets were designed not to kill, They do. I say that human beings were not designed to kill, not us, not
I strived to comprehend Why the songs seemed to die, before long the dream complied So I tried and I chose, and I rose like the tide Long days and nights
