ATF felt the steel in their guys cold and real. The DEA were kicking down the back door. The war on drugs will claim one more. In the car the burning
Selfish moralist. Spitshined virtue. Build yourself up and kill with your ego ideal. Purity keeps and open mind, then why do your words damn. My
14 feet below where you stand. I've sunk. Beneath what sent me here. The coarse drowns march on. Exile. Self imposed. From a world of grey and
My life is sequenced bits of time. Groups of hours until I die. For a bit of change I'll know my words. Put a price on my foolish pride. Find a cycle
Put me down. Degrade me. Am I more than sin and meat. In the flesh trade I'm worthless. A world composed of filth and lust. Shamed idols. Life
Feel darkness in every bullet. Seraph grips guide the steal. Humanity distorts the meaning. Religious predators prevail. Antebellum. Man will prosper
Should keep mine sealed shut. I open my mouth. Good sense abandoned. Betrayed by humility. Dare to mention insecure. Devote attention. Knife from
Stretched out on the shore of nausea and desperation. Come down. Open the windows. Discharge my life. What covers the ground. Wretched, the sound
Breathing fire. Fill the sky. With smoke and spires. Black and high. Lungs corroded sealed and charred. Losing time. Erosion of reality. Kaleidoscopic
Banausic life shaves my spine. Seven days of serrated boredom. This Failing routine is killing me. Content and dull. I strive for what's meaningless
ready to blow Oh, oh, oh I just wanna set you on fire So I wont have to burn alone Then you Then youll know where Im coming from Fire bomb Fire bomb
cables in the car Cause they all become nondescript When something bright is on your wrist Like you repping the bionic six Who wanna fire, when guns fire
clip Got Most Dope Clique, bunch of mothafuckers lookin' fresh Crooks and castle dress Sl-sl-sloppy haters shouldn't mess Walkin' by your lady and I'm sorry if I took her breath
Got Most Dope Clique, bunch of mothafuckers lookin' fresh Crooks and castle dress Sl-sl-sloppy haters shouldn't mess Walkin' by your lady and I'm sorry if I took her breath
Quite often I get a thinking How as kids we got by Like christmas time in our house We couldn't even afford a fire But we made do in our house Back then
?ve become like one of the others I think I?ve become like one of the others I think I?ve become like one of the others There was a frail syrup dripping
watch the smoke swirl My mausberg goes BOOM, what's another plug Snatchin drugs, pumpin slugs in these other thugs (GIVE IT UP NIGGA) Don't run out of breath
