is a mess, but you're blessed with the father, son, spirit and the holy ghost But my whole neigborhood is comatose Lookin for survival The devil made you a slave
Your body is a mess, but you're blessed With a father, son, spirit and the holy ghost But my whole neigborhood is comatose Lookin' for survival The devil made you a slave
for silver Ferrari's I fuck hoes with the ceilings, have mirrors to watch me My bed shaped like a pyramid, feelin' the dry heat Spillin' Courvoisi', I'm half slave
choir I want everybody in this whole building "Free the slave" Can U say that? Let me hear ya - "Free the slave" Come on, everybody (Free the slave)
the corner"} My swagger is Mick Jagger Every time I breathe on a track, I asthma attack it Why he so mad for? Why he gotta have it? Cause a slave my whole
cleansed through me Malediction murder Homicidal law Afflictions choir You'll draw the shortest straw Malediction murder Genocidal law Afflictions choir
Only in America, we're slaves to be free Only in America, we kill the unborn to make ends meet Only in America, sexuality is democracy Only in America
is what I give em, and "biz" is short for busy If a nigga thinks he's great step up, who is he? I have him slaving to the rhythm like Toby Akeze I get
swine flesh Your body is a mess but you're blessed With a father, son, spirit and the holy ghost But my whole neighborhood is comatose Lookin' for survival The devil made you a slave
Your body is a mess but you're blessed With the Father, Son, Spirit an' the Holy Ghost But my whole neighborhood is comatose Lookin' for survival The Devil made you a slave
forget How you showed me your despise Deep down in the gravel I lie and wait for relieve And I hear the orders you scream Sounds like a choir to me
forget How you showed me your despise Deep down in the gravel I lie and wait for relieve And I hear the orders you scream Sounds like a choir to me Stand
be lonesome, and talk to nobody Be cooped up for the longest, with nothin' but time Misery loves company but it ain't no friend of mine I cooked and cleaned like a Hebrew slave
a sorry cot, left on the stairs of the cold stone; Damned to be scorned, in darkness, damned to be alone; Taken by the Church, his soul will be slave
, C'mon Caligulove me, C'mon Caligulove me. You can hear it (as an offering) If you're a good girl (as an offering) A righteous choir is singing (as
my helpless passion for the obtuse When will this night end? When the lightening finally tears through the mast of our sinking ship. All the hopes of the slaves
light Nascent aeon's confer Chaos is spat from the black eternal sea Serrated mountains of mad shadows carving towards misdeed Storm choirs gather a
Got witnesses ta prove it, too, 'Cause we all toured with a fella by the name a' Milton Now Milton was o-fficial tour director, Electrical piano-playin' plug connector An' the slave
