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D I What Good Is Grief To A God

in it! [Chorus:] It's a modern day Romanhood. You're not the first to be no good. You'll never know what kind of life it is. Eating sweet and plenty

a clone. Cable t.v. in every home, programming you...you just don't know. Don't live a life of sin, be a mannequin. Life is a game, you're just like a

sorry, so sorry Sinning artsist Max... You can see nothing, feel nothing, see nothing, feel nothing Cuz what the eyes can't see the heart won't grief What good is grief to a

Down with the arms race, to keep the otehr in its place. Bombs flying in the night, like a rabid dog bite. Newspapers all the same, media, a brainwash

of a crazy man, I'm in a cowboy band Got a pile of sins to pay for and I ain't got time to hide I'd walk through a blazing fire, baby, if I knew you was

it right back I trap by day boy, rap by night, C-Bone in this Bitch College Park trump tight [Hook] [T-Mo Goodie] I'm pimp tight, give a fuck, niggaz

Mrs. Lovett There was a barber and his wife. And he was beautiful... A proper artist with a knife, but they transported him for life. And he was beautiful

I trap by day boy, rap by night, C-Bone in this Bitch College Park trump tight [Hook] [T-Mo Goodie] I'm pimp tight, give a fuck, niggaz know what

their fears Can I make it better? Can I ease the pain That they are going through? What can I do? what can I do? I say goodbye to you cruel world, I