usin hallicinogens Causin illusions again Brain contusions again Cutting and bruising the skin Raise the scissors and pins Jesus when does it end Phases that I go through Dazed and I'm so confused Days
In my hands - Holding the dust of time In my hands - Living the night shadows In my hands - Seeing days gone by In my hands - You'll sleep 1000 years
million questions All about our lives And when we got to New York everything felt right I wish you were here with me, Tonight I remember the days we
Last night got a little crazy I don't remember, woke up spun with the pasties My friends say I was tweaked out, Passed out on a dirty coach, still in
One, two, I'm 'bout to set this off, like this Hip-hoppers, check it Another MC lose his life tonight, Lord I beg that you pray to Jesus Christ, why?
't know anyone Well, Jesus Christ, I'm alone again So what did You do those three days You were dead? 'Cuz this problem's gonna last More than the weekend Well, Jesus
We in the last five days of these trials and tribulations And I'm waiting for the Lord, oh, please don't leave me forsaken Caught up in the doom, prepare
sinnin like everyday/ im spendin my time preventin my mind flippin and goin insane/ and now that we comin up on these last days well into the fast lane
Y'all never seen relish but always seem jealous Of my extreme fellas, rockin' the [unverified] sweaters The ones who paid with their life I rock for forty days
Chip I swear I who share the last pound will is the same people I share my mill with six zero's in my last mill with bread and wine last supper was some
again Brain contusions again, vutting and bruising the skin Razors, scissors, and pins, Jesus, when does it end? Phases that I go through, dazed and I'm so confused Days
Spiritual leaders practicing all the laws of attraction The teachers who read the passages From the back of a G? That be bustin off Dalai Lama's or flashing heaters the last
ask somebody verse:3 8 hundred days minimum wage bout to lose your house if you dont get a raise you stay close to goin to work with the 12 days
[killah priest] The mind, heavy mental, jesus christ is, heavy mental Everything brings in, heavy mental day, the day you will experience something Heavy
Bulletproof glass tints if I want some ass Gon' blast squeeze first ask, questions last That's how most of these so-called gangsters pass At last, a
're wishin' That you could put a bullet in my head plate Without all that red tape And lead me straight to the grave You're either a slave but Jesus
I'm proud to be His possession He is my everything After the lightning and the thunder After the last bell has rung I want to bow down before Jesus
traffickin' these bricks and marijuana, shit Look, I been scuffling years, your honor That's why I'm traffickin' these bricks and marijuana, shit I been put in the world, living my days
