it for dead, we will soon follow No future, no tomorrow Mankind's natural regression toward self destruction The sky bleeds as the wound Becomes infected The end of a
could shed a tear, but I feel nothing Words so meaningless Hindsight has lead me astray once again Look at the face of a stranger that was once a friend
Left it for dead, we will soon follow No future, no tomorrow Mankind's natural regression toward self-destruction The sky bleeds as the wound becomes infected The end of a
weary of your promises Set on the next life yet you ignore the misery you have created in this life Question all that has been taught Consider it a lie
No excuses for the pain you revealed to the purity of innocence The tear of red pours from the eye of the helpless Your infliction of dominance has stabbed
as you form them into your machines for profit Their blood soaked families suffer for your industrialized greed Your lies will be told for your industrialized greed For
from your body tears a hole in me Is there an answer? It seems so unclear I only hope for the best What is it you're thinking? I wish there was a way
Got it from C-Note, from the Clover Animal thug, I thug for life So I ain't going, to the club tonight Block is bleeding, I'm here for the eating And
need something special all right You need a fast flyin' train on a tornado track To shoot you someplace and shoot you back You need a cyclone wind on a
flowers for the dead An aging woman picks along the craters and the rubble A piece of cloth, a bit of shoe, a whole lifetime of trouble A sobbing chant comes from
Stir I'm from the block but you don't pass like a flunky We make a bitch a mule and everybody act a donkey Yes, I want you to come around here with that
m from the block but you don?t pass like a flunky We make a bitch a mule and everybody act a donkey, Yes, I want you to come around here with that plan
the chunky, I'm a brew these punkies Stir I'm from the block but you don't pass like a flunky We make a bitch a mule and everybody act a donkey Yes, I
[Fullmoon] Sitting on a corner all alone, Staring from the bottom of his soul, Watching the night come in from the window It'll all collapse tonight
: This is for Hoods everywhere I'm Back We aint come here for the chit chat but shit got a hell of a kickback And I don't give a fuck so your face like a
listened' to the wind whistle in a channel of sound my ear like a vacuum begin to boom, glisten Like the sun heats a drum Cursing all of them doomed, rising' up from
Sir I'm from the block where u don't pass like a flunky We make a bitch a mule and everybody act a donkey Yes, I want you to come around here with that
catch me down bottom with a bird and a glock On the block makin money where they murder a lot Or you can catch me up top shootin dice for a yard I'm talkin
