What do you want them all to see? A blind man with blind faith Is he your fuckin' enemy? All he wants to do is Survive this painful cancer You should
What do you want them all to see? A blind man with blind faith is he your fuckin enemy? All he wants to do is survive this painful cancer. You should
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Hey Gloria? Are you standing close to the edge? Lookout to the setting sun The brink of your vision Eternal youth is a landscape of the lies The cracks
it Blow em' past me the iron Let me bite them with the bulldog made by design Niggas gon' give me mines or get in line for the torture I swear run close
to the wood grain in my labo I go the extra mile, my flow scaffolds Crew cuts, the older niggas, the same rumors, just the same goons When niggas catch visions
I spilled my guts and hit send Waited two weeks for a response and got nothing Honestly, it only made me want you more Week four rolled around and I was this close
ain't acquirin' yet I'm on that, hot rock and punk contact combat, doubt that can so you contract close casket, with the eight by ten sittin on top of
bittersweet But you don't have to go, so please don't leave Our souls are lost without eachother We got to find some time to recover (to recover) If you hold me close
was you, I'd be concerned about the avian flu I pray that you do, but you ain't listen before You ain't listen when I told you 'bout my visions of war
fear of the omnipotent God is no more, The nuclear Father will govern with his shepherd's crook, Drawing his flock closer to the valley of the shadow
you run with, or where you from Nigga fuck you I want to find the things in my life So I hustle It's a hustler's ambition Close your eyes listen, see my vision
her sins embraced pleasure Within a token of a moment, retless arrested but not a twirp Strip the Bonabo Disclosure, so close yet so much closer I'll
it to Bill Gates for eight billion, I bought the Empire State buildin', gave it to the children! Hold the nine milli, toast really close to villain, Smoked
like Pete Sampras Drinkin' Jose Cuervo like some Spanish bandits Make women panic when I tell 'em I'ma vanish Don't take it personal, these are eight-one-eight
to know Didn't want, didn't want, Didn't want, didn't want Close my eyes just to look at you Taken by the seamless vision I close my eyes, Ignore the
shots to the body That'll make a fool sing, soprano Fall setter, ain't nuttin' better Massive concussion, career over, no discussion Both eyes closed, broke nose, cheeks swole You can't see, vision