all you can give Nick Carter: To help one live Ricky Martin: How many times can we turn our heads And pretend we cannot see Mariah: Healing the wounds
is falling down I am a victim of you and your misery I feel resentment in my blood oh how the wounds are so deep theres nowhere to hide and for between
I'm walking wounded on the ground But I will stand here tall If you want a war with me If you want a war with me If you want a war with me then bring
two sides of a story You're so right, I found out I can't live without you] Love was never easy, But leaving you was hard, And time didn't heal my wounds
I'm gonna blow em all up Who's mad, who's crazy, who's fucked up? It's about time I rack em all up More fire, more power, more wound up I'm the queen
When you asked for safe passage On my shoulders where we slid And just before you laid Dead weight upon its shores I stung you in the face For that?s
ocean floor is hidden From your viewing lens A depth perception Languished in the night All my life,I?ve been Sewing the wounds But the seeds sprout
a. TARANTISM b. PLANT A NAIL IN THE NAVEL STREAM c. FAMINEPULSE d. MULTIPLE SPOUSE WOUNDS e. SARCOPHAGI I think I?ve become like one of the others
the voice inside of god mirrors to the animals the sermon goes mourning pricking it's hail slothful the child that preys on the seed shall behead the drough wound
begged you to come to me the limp in your talk and the scent of your bleed It's still not enough roulette to let you go You covered your wounds in a
breath, no remorse, don't think, Listen to your friend get another man for a minute then repeat, Queen, you deserve the title but she reject what I give, while she nurse the wounds
Leave your inhibitions here... I breed 'em like I'm going to war I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for This is your Vietnam Via
gon go to the stash I'm in and out of season hustling, addicted to cash I don't hustle for the fame, I don't hustle for the shine Cause that's where
where you at, your baby mama's On your block, it really don't matter cause Ro and 'Face gon bring his hat Please push my button, for me So exit wounds
Ro gon go to the stash I'm in and out of season hustling, addicted to cash I don't hustle for the fame, I don't hustle for the shine Cause that's where
a eskimo's house You get the, you get the, you get the splinters in your mouth Quinbrown my hardest hood close to downtown, round for round And pound for
I know not of a feeling, but the thriller Of a killer gets my adrenaline rushing Never stopping, watching niggas dropping More breaking blood gushing, I done opened the wounds
. Ignore the signs. From cradle to grave, you chose to trade. A pound of flesh for paradise. Wear the wounds of your demise. Pay attention please. He who lusts through life for