They built the pyramids, toiled with tons of stone Irrigated deserts, made giant golden thrones Built palaces in India and a dome on the moon Illustrated
Every day as you notice the sun slips away A strange turbulence fills the air Gargoyles and winged monkeys descend into the city Teeth are bared, their
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Your own indignity Told how to live, how to die How to waste your fucking time How to be just one more stone within the church of Lies Approaching the
crazy how you can go from being Joe Blow To everybody on your dick, no homo I bought my whole family whips, no Volvos Next time I'm in church, please
to say Why why why I date two people at the same time Knowing it is twice the sin Why why why Oh yes I have this little problem here I'm being vain again
mic time, with my heir Young Carter go farther, go futher, go harder Is that not why we came?, if not than why bother? Show no mercy in Murcielaga's Far from being
types I've seen enough, that's why I know God left this place, long long time ago I've seen enough, that's why I know God left this place, long long time ago And time
yo ass up Playin them gangsta games will get yo ass bust Go and tell yo momma, Go and pick the church I'll put that muthafuckin yoppa right in yo gut Next time
give you 2OO percent Man, I'm tired of doin' dirt Tired of being on the the run from Wyatt Earp Rather be somewhere in a quiet church, sayin' prayers
's crazy how you can go from being Joe Blow To everybody on your dick, no homo I bought my whole family whips, no Volvos Next time I'm in church, please
tired, tired of the public scenes I'm tired, tired of the baby mamas Tired, tired of the ghetto dramas Tired, tired of the back and forth I'm tired, tired of being
total breakdown while living in Norway I felt the darkness of the black metal bands But being such a fawn of a man I didn't burn down any old churches
the right things to do And so far, you have prospered through your music Because you been playin' music for a long time And you played all the way through church
Jay This motherfucker had the street game locked Had the blocks all sold up And always saw the cops when they showed up He had the rep of being murderous
what I was thinkin', check it Yo, the education of the Lon-chicka-Lonnie Lynn Began, began with time Bein' my bloodline is one with the divine In time
keys to the door My family, my family, my friend, my friends The Church we belong together and it's on How the sun comes up in the early morning time
