gift of death Reason why I'll tell you why Today I kill or tomorrow I will die I bring the gift The gift of death I bring the gift The gift of death
children, no time for sleepin Teach em to fight and win for the right reason It's your time, it's your life, live it Proud to be black, young and gifted
everybody had lost their faith, a child was born, but no one could be the father, except for a god. This child was a gift from the skies of life-divine
chill in my embrace The gothic legend of your youth stands here tonight as God's own truth Gabrielle: And from that truth I feel no fear Two kinds of death
is your crutch Fear is your god Is this all you're worth? A wasted opportunity You sold yourself short You sald yourself Throw your gift into the fire
return the gifts That youth so freely gave Wired to some cold machine That maps my every breath And signals at the proper time Less they should miss my death
no time for sleepin Teach em to fight and win for the right reason It's your time, it's your life, live it Proud to be black, young and gifted Lifted
presence is missed residing in the only place where joy and pain co-exist I breathe a different kind of air now, the sweetest oxygen the scent of my youth
