I'll ever learn To cure my desire And heal my disgrace Put fuel in the fire Fist to face - fist to face Fist to face Fist to face Fist to face
like a b***h and I know I don't need her If I ever had this I never took the time to meet her So I feel a frown across my face the only way to greet
're too poor to move out Or get a new house, it's like livin' in a war, walkin' through shootouts And you doubt God exists, when hard fists Be poundin
I've been now saunterin' out and down a path sometime Come on, it takes me nowhere which I know Faces everywhere pulling' grins and signs and things Tellin
in a rage War machines, fascist regimes Laser beams, futurist dreams The way you behave is an ignorant disgrace want to sink my fist right into your face
this be the end yet Or a message sent from Satan (Nigga omens) They open the gates of horror for them horror lords We tortured the cases who arrested the faces
diss you or we could get physical Whatever niggaz wanna do, we could do it too Cause you a sinner, I'm a sinner, we all sinners We rob niggaz for they
the ones above and I will make them bleed Sinners come, sinners burn, sinners never leave I'm not like them, I will return My vengeance you will see I punch my fist
Eternity for each and every one of us Will you withstand and see the face of St. Peter As he smiles and greets you with a warm welcome? Or will you decline
don't envy you I'm a little bit of everything all rolled into one I'm a bitch, I'm a lover I'm a child, I'm a mother I'm a sinner, I'm a saint I do not
my open fist through We could verbally diss you or we could get physical Whatever niggaz wanna do, we could do it too Cause you a sinner, I'm a sinner, we all sinners
got to keep a close eye keep a look out for show Get your piece of the pie keep on stacking the dough Keep a low profile and a smile on your face But
sinner Try to make a true believer Well, ho, I never was You'll probably run and hide Life reality hits me in the stomach Aches like a fist in
will to survive No truth and no mercy, with the sinner and the saints It's the thirst for freedom that burns within everyone So raise your fist, be observant
And I Know I Don't Need Her If I Knew It Was This I'd Never Took The Time To Meet Her So I Feel The Frown Across My Face, The Only Way To Greet Her In
I've been now sauntering out and down a path sometime Come on it takes me nowhere which I know Faces everywhere pulling grins and signs and things Telling
tongue I'm not leavin till I'm, not leavin till I'm done... Spoke outta what you might call hate Tattooed on the knuckles of the fist I face Gotta play
you're too poor to move out or get a new house, it's like livin in a war walkin through shootouts And you doubt God exists, when hard fists be poundin
