breathe, I feel you inside My mind it's burning There's no time And now it's moving you feel its life The fire burning deep inside Burn the inside Come
Herr hat's befohlen!" ["You shall burn my child!" - The Lord has ordered so!] Do not fear my son! Awake the dragon inside For he may guide you, being
I was alone wasting away, true son do not die I was the poison and you were the kiss angel take a breath now this ghost inside you hurts, and I never
hang A forced-fed son of romance dressed in hooks who kissed your head, killed 12 dead baby I am an addict burning winter, a closed-door annihilator Motherfucker burned
it no more So you grab your gun and walk out the door You find another brother and you take their check And deep down inside you know you're riskin your
Music, all that good shit.. Bring in the drums! We got comin to the ring tonight (bring him out son) The undisputed heavyweight champ (bring him out son
I'm a fool I got seven angels calling on my pride Seven devils crawling around inside Seven angels tellin' me which way to turn One kiss and my soul wanna burn
stupidness *beatboxing* Hah, mad to pull another vicious scandal I know that you can't handle when I flip from other angles now Feel my hot wax, burning
at? Yo, aiyo C Brown, C Brown where the fuck you at, dun? Aiyo Milo, Milo and the dance, where the fuck you at, nigga? Aiyo aiyo Dinco, where you at, son
to be wild And she can't be tamed All she wants in life is fortune and fame So she keeps on moving Moving right along Even though she knows Deep down inside
oh shit) (*inhales and coughing continues*) Ay, pass this over here man, so we can just cipher youknowI'msayin'? (Cip, yo, this is for dolo son (*inhales
I'm a fortunate son of a fortunate son Living large on the wrong side of town Too many friends and the fun never ends Drinkin' and hangin' around I wanna
Baby, I am a survivor Baby, I'm on fire Baby, I'm bout to creep up inside ya Getting high all day, drinking whiskey all night Flipping of the police
m innocent of anything they say I done Now I don't know when I'll be able to write you again But I will be back to California to see you Your son, Ice
for New Orleans with the best of swordsmen Launching missiles at the White House while Tech's performing On the lawn and I just let 'em burn till death
live with regrets As sure as this, Earth is turning souls burning in search of higher learning turning in every direction seeking direction My moms cryin cause her insides are dyin her son
you son of man i am here as a witness you son of man can't you see what burns inside me this fire will consume as the flames purify with the peace that
