now Hold them up to the sky But there's no one to save me, yeah 'Cause I know God is a lie, God is a lie Somebody save me Just say a prayer for me in
I refuse to listen to anymore of your lies No longer to be trusted It's motherfuckers like you I despise One day the tables will be turned And all your
now, hold them up to the sky But there's no one to save me yeah, because I know... God is a lie God is a lie Somebody save me! Just say a prayer
soon at home, He experienced what is a lie, She had married somebody some years ago, It had stabbed in heart as a knife. And like casualty beast
frankly he would too, This game could I'll afford to lose him, How bout you? Now guess who who (hey), Heres a clue (hey), He came to a ball in a
would blow up And sell a mil or grow up to be a tiller Go nuts and be a killer [Dr. Dre] And I'm somethin of a phenom One puff of the chron I'm unstoppable
I'm dumb enough to ask for a date with Lauryn Hill Some people only see that I'm white, ignorin skill Cause I stand out like a green hat with a orange
a fuck, white Pac, so much spunk When I was little I knew I would blow up And sell a mill or grow up to be a Atiller Go nuts and be a killer [Dr. Dre
me, blasphemy Chorus: Prince Ital Love for dem dat steal in the name of da Lord Dem a tell nuff lie but holdin my bird in a cloud Usin de name of de
He's ridin' with extra boxes of bullets and a nina and a shovel [Chorus: Carl Thomas] Who you are, One Nation under a thug and bullet scar, Young
To the right, to the left We will fight to the death To the Edge of the Earth it's a brave new world, it's a brave new world a warning to the prophet
you're told what is wrong and told what is right not a thought not a peep cuz you have no say in the land of the sheep cant think for yourself lie down
All blossoms die in the light of our new culture Find your belief in that which cannot be discovered Countless lessons lie in every fever dream A million
The Devils weds a widow Death another's leftovers Better to lie on a willows Rest on alder boughs Then upon a widow's bed On a used woman's pillow Sweeter
(You told me to "write a song about it" so here's your song...) There's a hatchet, got a knife When I awoke there was nothing real in this life But dreams
a bat in its hand I'm trying I'm trying I'm trying I'm trying I can't You're a thief and a witch but I love you to death You steal my heart and curse
Bound to your side and trapped in silence Just a possession Is this sex or only violence That feeds your obsession You send me to a broken state Where
