I've been searching for some questions found in questions I don't know to ask All bottled up inside my head and never making any sense but now I understand
I know that once in love You don't think of The devil who's inside And maybe there'll come one day When you'll feel safe And I wont have the time You
Show me why we won't let go and we still must pray This is our lovers' requiem As wings unfold, just breathe for me... (just breathe, just breathe, just breathe
the devil's machine. Keep your breath, you're leaking lies. Like the cracks in the teeth of the beast. Swallow them down, it burns like fire. Your words are the devil
you, they call your name, and then you've got to answer. Is nowhere safe, no way to hide, beware the devil's chancer. [Chorus:] Inside the spark of pestilence
[Intro:] I need Christ, that's the only thing I know, I really can't breath right, I'm strangled by animosity from by own people, lately it's hard to
can make it through this evening What is this world coming to, locking up brothers is a sport Beat us till we bleed because we breathe, still we lose
wonder if I'm blessed, cause I'm still here And I wonder if heaven's any different, cause in hell the blood spill hits Got a nigga, fiending for his last breath
For my gangstas, my G's This for my gangstas [Z-Ro:] Hell naw you can't hit my weed, cause to me smoking is like breathing So a nigga stay smoking and
[Chorus: Z-Ro singing] Help me please I'm blinded by my tears and I just cain't see So many devils tryin to recycle my soul Cause in the ghetto where
'm blessed, cause I'm still here And I wonder if heaven's any different, cause in hell the blood spill hits Got a nigga fiending for his last breath,
Cause everybody want to test me, knocking them down punching But they want to bust will I fight to jump so would the lord bless me To keep on breathing
devil's son Outta breath and on the run Jesus christ don't wanna be me First you burn then try to see me First you burn X2 You need to breath and there
a crease in ya muthafukin shoes, well ya walkin to much and you aint no real pimp man look i got hoes who drive me around in the deville lac whit the
It crawls on his back, won't ever let him be. Stares at the walls until the cinder blocks can breathe. His eyes have gone away, escaping over time.
