holding onto emptiness lock yourself in guilt self conscienceness mass ignorance changing once more overtake enraged controlling the mind senses destroyed
: holding onto emptiness lock yourself in guilt self conscienceness mass ignorance changing once more overtake enraged controlling the mind senses destroyed
albino eyelids blinking out chemical obscurities to the blind. It bloomed into a hemmorrhaged contraption that impopulated the disenchanted, one by one. All the churches were converted into
way up hold ya head and stay up, to all my niggaz get ya pay and weight up If it's on then it's on, we break beat-breaks Outlawz on a paper chase,
As I looked into my crystal ball... there was formed a tragedy. Oh but there?s nothing to worry about... It was just a flash from my memory. Well it
on the road wide open arms can feel so cold so cold feel so cold balance the books, the ledges, the loons the disappointed look on the faces that squint
many nines If y'all niggaz really wit me get busy load up the semis Do more than just hold it explode the clip until you empty There's nothin in our
collapse, but hang there, vacant, waiting an inrush of reappointments seven times worse than anything you know, seven other dimensions curled into our three. But time empties, on
to life No hesitation, only open doors You pushed those doubts aside [Mark:] Somehow you always feel What is on my mind Seems like this consequence came right on
Now I'm strapped with a couple of ****, too many ***** If y'all ****** really wit me get busy, load up the ***** Do more than just hold it, explode the **** until you empty
into space, there I see your face Been so lonely without you If you return to me, so tenderly I will hold you forever safe within these arms Emptiness
only one way up hold ya head and stay up, to all my niggaz get ya pay and weight up If it's on then it's on, we break beat-breaks Outlawz on a paper
way up hold ya head and stay up, to all my niggaz get ya pay and weight up [Kastro] If it's on then it's on, we break beat-breaks Outlawz on a paper
I buy you something, can I stroke your hair, Can I hold your hand and take you somewhere? You?re a young nobody, you?re a perfect soul, You?re an empty
on the road Wide open arms can feel so cold So cold, feel so cold Balance the books, the ledges, the loons The disappointed look on the faces that squint