Paroles:
End Process

Everything comes to an end. Castrate my tool, store it safely in a jewel case and throw away the key. Separation has tainted my comely sunny skies.

you, tryin to keep it true What if I'm wrong, a trick to keep me on and on Tryin to be strong and in the process, keep you goin I'm bout to lose my composure

you feel it but cha'll confuse it ya'll wanna show me, keep me secluded but this is life I'm bound to go throught it it's a process ya'll gotta dijest

upwards As if knowing which direction their souls will travel (bring out your dead) A woman in black cries As the deathly procession passes by And monks

to ashes Resurrection from the flame, ageless process Quest for absolution, out of bounds introspect Self-consuming womb, ever-present, meet no end

for me" I'll do you one better and slay these niggaz faithfully Murder is a tough thing to digest, it's a slow process and I ain't got nothin but time

alleged Smearing the individual fearing the unsuspected Expert witness (the paid authority) Made a priority to deceive the majority Of disinterested peers Dodging duty for years Hating the process

We are reminded every day of the way it will be, Will civilized lifestyle put an end to this will se, We got the dated book, we got the go You got the

my main squeeze Come into the crib, even had a set a keys During the days you helped me bag up my nickels In the process, I admit, I tricked a little (