private universe Where we come first Has the telescope reversed If this is wasted space We should have more to show For every choice we've made Than
stake This freewill is fake Are we dying for their lies or their mistakes? We will take back what you stole A thousand years of learning And our fragile orphan souls
Take this burning home Our blood runs hot But our hearts are cold These blackened skies and poison seas Stain our souls Yet our hands are clean Is this
It's not enough that our flesh Feeds half their hunger These shackles and chains Keep changing their names But we're still their slaves If only these walls were made
stay self conscious of my hand gestures before they call me a Mason or say that I?m working with satan but even a blind man could see I would never sell my soul
living Now a days the bitches are realer than homeboys so here's to my women But then again I'm all alone I don't depend on a soul Independently made
won't give up If you remember our love So you won't give up Long gone are the proper sleeves to walk by our side Long killed are the visionary souls
The death of a king Alluring lassos slide on so smooth Tension made of razors Dragging across you The flushing of eyes Couldn't cleanse your abrasions
decaying world Taunting? self-satisfaction guaranteed Ignorance? has brought us into this decaying world Bridge Chorus No choice was gave, but choice was made
jail I coulda died free and happy And my cellmate's raped on the norm And passed around the dorm, you can hear his asshole gettin torn They made me an
From the cradle to the grave, life ain't never been easy Living in the ghetto. From the cradle to the grave, I'm glad to say I made it this far. Many
It is a gift I know a moment of bliss that we hold a firecracker flash of light then on to the next plane, soul remain come along if you dare it's gonna
in no history book You ready to rap motherfucker? You ready to sell your soul? hahaha The rap game will fuck you up [Swifty McVay] I'ma disrupted nigga, you made
And I know they may seem real These signals of love But our life's made up of choices Some without appeal They took for granted your soul And it's ours
above), And I know they may seem real (these signals of love), But our life's made up of choices (some without appeal), They took for granted your soul
our lives made a choice and sacrificed our feelings And who's to say that you're ok When you feel like the layers of your soul are peeling Oh, and I