thought it would end like this. But there's so much more. That I should say...I hate you. As you walk away Could you not feel my anger? Can you not see
I done felt pain, waited but no help came Went through some crazy shit still kept myself sane You ever been dying of thirst and smelt rain Ever been told ?go to hell
killed To my muthaf**kin eyes I seen my brother kill his-self in my eyes I seen Pac.. Yak.. die in the struggle in my eyes So I know anybody can be
15 Should have been a beauty queen Still see here crying by the caskets when here parents got killed Little girl don't cry 'Coz even though they died You can
in hell, I told him well that's very place that we dwell, besides the only thing burning is my shell I rebel against the United States and Israel Killing
door Don't be comin to this muthafucka knockin Lookin for some action I'ma tell you right now what's happenin Nigga it's our time and hell yeah we blastin
Bizzy Bone) - repeat 4X] Well if there's somethin you can't give up (would ya give it up) To get everything you want (I can feel the love) [Layzie Bone] Hell
thugstas cry. And I'm askin' the good Lord "Why?" and sigh, He told me we lived to die. Not another on the team with a dream that can deal with the struggles
dreaming Body reacting mentally, going to war with the demon Seem (?) like the typical storm So embellished in the dream a nigga felt it in the physical form The dream
got a house in the sky I can touch your heart I can soothe your soul I can give your body warmth In the freezing cold I can give you joy When life got you low I can
a house in the sky I can touch your heart I can soothe your soul I can give your body warmth In the freezing cold I can give you joy When life got you low I can
your car with a stale banana In your tail pipe, can't believe you fell for that. It coulda been a Molotov Cocktail for that. Wait a minute, man! What the hell
[Music: Dream Theater / Lyrics: John Petrucci] [III. Heretic] Welcome tired pilgrim Into the circle We have been waiting Everyone's gathered for your
of Bloodshed and warfare Our mission was only to get in and kill A free vacation Of palm trees and shrapnel Trading innocence for permanent psychotic hell
m a heavy seller Keep white in the office call it Jerry Heller Lettin off a hundred rounds, let the barrel pick And we gon sit here, wait for the derrelics