in time that baby was born The sun did now rise on a new Crimson dawn And the creature just bided its time undiscovered So safe in the cradling arms of
hanging down from around her neck. There's a marchin' band still playin' in that vacant lot Where she held me in her arms one time and said, "Forget
iron cross still hanging down from around her neck There's a marching band still playing in that vacant lot Where she held me in her arms one time and
sense And now it ain't funny, the bitch better have my money, word up Lace the chronic with the bomb-bah, hash the tye Blaze 'em up one time for my
s losing, all of her conscience. To follow a dark path of blood wrath And all she wants is vengence. Her heart had turned to stone No more smiles, so more
fields To move around as their own Make a move, make it now We spent too long in one place but now we get out No commands without plays There's only so much time
cross still hanging down from around her neck There's a marchin' band still playin' on that vacant lot Where she held me in her arms one time and said
your consequence your actions don't make lots of sense Brothers use the wicked life 'cause of lack of confidence The devil jacked you for your sense
cross still hanging down from around her neck. There's a marchin' band still playin' in that vacant lot Where she held me in her arms one time and said
it with Petey cause I'm just another mother (sucker) Blo Pop time (it's Blo Pop time) It's Blo Pop time (it's Blo Pop time) In the mix, the dimension
still hanging from around her neck There's a marching band still playing in that vacant lot Where's she held me in her arms one time and said "Forget
so I trust that everyone listen up as my vocals give thrust I bust my rhymes first never chasing a skirt do much work while other suckas need more time
got more song, dig, check it Something you might like now all-star bound yeah your so sound cool as the blue water all around from a force field flashing
afterglow of an old religion. One can imagine them sentient - that is to say, we may attribute to stone-hardness, one after the other, our own five senses