Another sick genocide experiment Well, can it be happening again? Looking to other hemispheres The inconceivable is already near Torsos shrink behind
Visions, that keep stirrin' my soul Visions, that will never grow old. Sweet baby, I had some visions of you If I can't have it all, just a taste will
Now I can see clear I can touch visions of my past lost in a dark maze Lies they grow so fast Leave my
Suffering dementia Unchains the secret's bearer Unholy visions "God forgive me!" Are coming nearer - coming nearer, Amen! Lux perpetua, domine [The eternal
semi-important life Far from a complaint, but a mere look at the present showin you the changes that I made The proverbial lemonade that I made I made my mistakes
going under, like Stevie I Wonder Thinking hard, running out of places to lay my head got me drinking hard liquor Still a go killer, should I rely on my skills In the mist
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I'm not gonna bore you with some flimsy kind of piece of rhymne So pull a cushion, sit back relax and listen To this introduction of me, myself and my mission My vision
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ass straight to God (whatchu doin nigga?) In this life I lead, I seen the most of my twenty-three years My vision is blurry, the money is clear (hahaha
got to gets mo' you scream and go '2Pac' and I ain't stopin' till i'm well paid bails paid now nigga, look what hell made visions of cops and sirens
same gang the way the weather act's it's a shame ok badder behavior in our s--- is flavor grandiose endeavors yes the quest is greater make no mistake
my niggas the world turns Rappers, I make 'em sick when I say I'm the shit They mistake my confidance for arrogance, they hate on the kid In '99, I had a vision
Waiting for the revolution New clear vision - genocide Computerize god - it's the new religion Program the brain - not the heartbeat Onward all you crystal
, and your voice like chimes, Oh, who among them do they think could bury you? With your pockets well protected at last, And your streetcar visions which
's right here, just take it Whatever is wrong It' won't take long to make it right We can make it right tonight Twenty Twenty vision Looking back at out mistakes
re young `Cause tramps like us, baby we were born to run Wendy let me in I wanna be your friend I want to guard your dreams and visions Just wrap your