almighty and I'm so strong) I am a Metal-son. By the wind, the moon, the stars and the sun (All my brothers sing this song) I am a Metal-son Magic
the power in all that condemns you You've got to heal your wounded mind secure your place in time you're of the one a son of the sun Ride upon the angels
Staring into the lake, watching forever sake Voices screaming in fear Crying like at the stake in the fiery waves I can see all the sorrows And the suffering
(This is a fair request.And I promise I will not judge any person only as a teenager.That you will constantly remind yourself that some of my generation
If my wrath broke up tombs and swept away thresholds Pushing broken old values into dark pits If my hate would blow rotten words to dust Like a cleansing
Why don't you find a worthwhile cause To channel your energies? Like finding a solution To starvation and disease I know that you're concerned About
' you must be blind You better clean your gazelles with some 409!!! Go Ice get busy (x2) Go Evil Get busy (X2) Turn up your stereo,equalize treble Bass be kickin' stupid hard as metal
on, come on, one (Chorus: Marc Live) Yo, yo, yo motherfuckers can't fuck with this, realness Seventh sin deadly, raise the key to rock steady Run son
matan estatales, Los niños creecen con amor a los metales Y sin amor una mentira a su niño al safakon Y el amor son es el mas grande poder
or for better Gotta make it past the devil so guns I got several And everybody plays, the fool says Aaron Nevelle But I just play to win holler back like heavy metal
strength regains us in between our time As we shall speak to differ also The ends meet the river's son So the ends meet the river's son Ours the story
the break of dawn Lightning pushes the edge of a thunderstorm And these old hopes and fears Still at my side Anger and no one can heal it Slides through the metal
time the story begun That's when I first heard the voice mail on the cell It said, "Son we found that nigga we gotta kill" Ay yo son, ay yo son, you
kids left the ghetto in They bustin' metal and ain't got remorse for the innocent It's just another nigga in the morgue My momma was pregnant with a son
've been [Incomprehensible] by a Person that I thought I trusted, where I live It's a war at the cribs, walk with a strap Myself 'cos I don't want nobody's son
nigga, who you tellin'? 'Cause we Allustrious, ashes to ashes And dust to dust, if you fuck with us It's a must we bust and if you stand wit us Nine times out of ten, son
gut yo The work's still here, I'm just cooking it up slow Clear my mind, you whippin' the truck load My Pop dead but he live through his son though If