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In Pieces Heaven And A Gun

one whispers trapping your thoughts from being heard eyes look into themselves as the mirror shatters escape, a question once asked to the barrel of a gun

search and destroy) A million little pieces (x7) STOLEN FROM YOU Search and destroy Search and destroy Search and destroy Search and destroy A million little pieces A million little pieces

a week And after taxes, you know what that is lunch meat And I know I can be better than this I gotta get me a car, man I gotta get a girl I know I

we can't hide cause the streets we walk are never safe Still all my shattered hopes and dreams remain scattered Broken into thousands of pieces, smashed and

I die, bury me a motherfuckin' G A open casket on them bastards so they all remember me With my vest on my chest, my tools and my piece 'Thug Life', motherfucker

this but Yo, I'm Spacey like Kevin and some do knowledge of seven Praise Jesus and Jah, Buddha, Allah or just Heaven Yeah, and some like it moderate and some like a

a seat function flamed up witha a B hat And im patten my pockets yellin " wheres my piece at " Like an ink session gettin a snake in the back tat Got a

, now that should've been 1 Don't eva leave the house without being strapped wit a gun Rule 8, just repeat 1 to 7, and if you eva get to heaven Hug my

parents and got rich, Set their house on fire then watched them lynch, Ever since its been nothing but black clouds and black cats, And every night I see a