Dreaming about my mother dying My mind is set at ease Number the bodies in the mortal world Spreading disease Nodding acquaintances to be sure Making '
Перевод: Christian Death. Мечта для Матери.
Перевод: Christian Death. Мечта для Матери Розз Rikk Джеймс.
wasn't for you Then none of this is for nothing It's all for nothing It's all for nothing It's all for nothing If it wasn't for you None of this would
collapse Surely I'll make you a song for that How could I really go wrong with that? Sayin' that smokin' was killin' my vocals Not sayin' that Layzie put on for rap Known for
niggas died, it's too many to mourn for I'm thinkin bout my youth, us as little kids Am I wrong for having thoughts Bishop Eddie would long for? I got
of knowledge But fools despise the wisdom and instruction Heed the instructions of your father And do not foresake the law of your mother For they will
death What would you choose? If you had a choice, life or death What would you choose? If you had a choice, life or death What would you choose? If you
to ball While waiting for this pussy ass job To call and it ain't hopping Got me tipping to hear them things Popping cash bags dropping With plenty of cane for
Technicolor bliss Ten million miles high I'm a Christian zombie by daylight Satan, he come trippin' 'round midnight Circle jerkin' redneck truckers' dream You scream, I scream Everybody screams for
Fingered slowly like the first time you came The agents of oblivion descend upon the sane Caked with mud and mother's blood Playing death games in the
valley of death Seven mountains higher than the valley of death Seven dimensions deeper than dimensions of breath Seven mountains higher than the valley of death
But even when I dream, it wasn?t better than this But actually, the niggas who would scrap for me Or go as far as gettin' guns and clap for me Ain?t
equals death, science versus life, until there's only giant people left. this is for the losers, this is for canadians, this is for my sister, this is for
blood I see my childhood, I'm back in the arms of my mother I see my whole life, I see Christ, I see bright lights I see Israelites, Muslims and Christians
the slightest crackle Can't see the slightest smiles And we blur into our death and the second great death Whilst we chase chicks and dream of a paradise without wings or sorrow, Christ
final vision by clap Columbus' groin got filled w/ green death (I touched her thigh & death smiled) We have assembled inside this ancient & insane theatre To propagate our lust for
