: As we wait for the news to break I lose myself within your embrace With patience being our only friend We will fight this thing Until the bitter end
I know Days away these ties unwind and break Things won't be like they used to be just let me go Can't find my own way down As this seventh story burns
Yeah, This is Ice-T You've just been listening to the Seventh Deadly Sin To me the Seventh Deadly Sin is hardcore rap And I'm very proud to have been
Well I am just a poor boy, though my story's seldom told I have squandered my resistance For a pocketful of mumbles, such are promises All lies and just
inject you with a fluid that you Ain't even got but none You're the meat on the plate, not even first rate, she's Gonna feed you to her seventh son
ones Pee-Wee had a crew in the back room Goldie had the tramps givin head breakin off Rap and rhyme that diddley-dog Twin one and two is tellin stories
's Judist or Juda I got luger to ruger, hit from Roota to Toota Chick from hooter to hooter, I put two in producers I'm the real boss story, the hoolah
I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom told I've squandered my resistance For a pocketful of mumbles Such are promises All lies and jest Still
Someone's got it in for me They're planting stories in the press Whoever it is I wish they'd cut it out quick But when they will I can only guess They
I'm just a poor boy Though my story's seldom told I have squadered my resistance For a pocketful of numbles Such are promises, all lies and jest Still
I got a story to tell Check check Crazy glue, make sure you get it in the cracks and crevices To put me back together is Not an easy task, but it's not
If you look in my eyes, oh, ooh yeah This is the greatest story never told The life and times, seventh episode Based on a dad that I've never known Mama
the distractions At last, I can relax, looking past all of the action A fraction or a fragment of me actually is present The rest of me is heavenly, the seventh
't have my Bible and since we can't Display our religion in public, here, I brought along this deck Of cards" and with that, the young boy started his story
could just happen You thought it came from stress, suicide, a near death experience War, drug trips, low pay ,carelessness You've heard plenty of stories
I wish I was a bar fly and when it's time to close I wouldn't have to go and I could be here all alone I'd be in seventh heaven cause everybody's gone