These time sicken me, trapped in a world of two faces. These times sicken me. No matter where I've gone, no matter where I've looked. Nothing changes
i'm not alone. i close the door behind me to hide from every word that might hurt. fear was something i never handled well. so i tossed it to the side. along with
I can't help but hurt myself again and again. I will perfect the art of crash and burn. Downpour on my parade. Take all my dreams and hopes and make
Raised to fail in a small town. Taught to die young. Broken glass in empty streets. My skies filled with grey clouds. Sadness bleeds from lamposts. Lonliness
so (open) over these niggas, (walkin) I'm walkin and talking, And boxing my shadows. [Chorus x3] [Verse 3:] And now I sing about the poor, and I sing about the war
from a hat, man from a boy, Onward ride as I talk of Rah, converse with Horace, create with Ptah, Arrive to Geb, to roar with Bast, "Aton Tamu" as I ride
you looking for me bitch, I'ma be in these streets It ain't no hiding from the shadow of death, it's do or die Go to war with a killa, and I'ma show you
got tossed For reala gorilla these wars with an extra set of balls Got to war down to the thug field with bombs suit up But don't talk to me, holla at
weak Pullin' triggers at my shadow, Bravehearts pop up Wiz, Jungle and Horse shot your block up. [Chorus 2] Them niggas that wanted war before Don't want no war
front of the lantern With tears on your face The daylight falls (aside?) The autumn wind left the street empty Now you stays there in front of the lantern With
She's a patient killer, a timeless hand The choke of the falling sands She's a proven saint with a witche's tongue The gods of war at her command Sweet
, can?t count all the things they see, she kills with no life to spare, just victims are left to bleed, one drink and the pain goes down, soft shadows
Darkness at the break of noon Shadows even the silver spoon The handmade blade, the child's balloon Eclipses both the sun and moon To understand you know
beach where hound dogs bay At ships with tattooed sails Heading for the Gates of Eden With a time-rusted compass blade Aladdin and his lamp Sits with
in the ?? Ghetto was bastards runnin much faster than the average asses in the shadows Out of the battlefield [Chorus] [Big B] Call me a secret weapon I think the war
