Feel my angst Deep within me Feed my strength Your words are empty Look inside and you will see Break inside, break inside Here I am, my own And that
Feel my angst Deep within me Feed my strength Your words are empty Look inside and you will see Break inside break inside I am, My own And that's something
Перевод: Почвы. My Own.
go, fight his own war Let him impress daddy that way No more blood for oil, we got our own battles to fight on our own soil No more psychological warfare
, right to the sick? This dream was fast becomin a nightmare quick Before it was too much I was beginning to choke i started to think of my own And then
return Vital signs that show I'm dead This can't happen, I'm rising from my own grave Hunger grows not nutritional but instinctual Flesh becomes my only
with you So leave me on my own Run me down and race away from me I've got nowhere to go to I don't think I can get back on my feet, back on my feet You
, Attic Crew and Cooley C my nigga Yeah, yeah, my nigga, its Attic Crew and Cooley C my nigga Yeah, Youngbloodz, Youngbloodz and Cooley C my nigga Um,
by stone hammer and nails No one made the holes but me Misery mourns, to be devoured Killed God, blood, soiled, unclean again Killed God, blood, soiled
and I'm a thug All my diamonds I bet you wanted to stop my shining Didn't we warn you, nigga? The sign, see? Blinded Run but they finding me in my Double
, she knows me cathedral wall She's cold, she shows I borrow, keep away Keep you away my love, my love And pray I might sleep tonight The violence of my
spaces 'betwixt the air itself. And he brought me unto a vast farmland of our own midwest. And as we decended, cries of impending doom rose from the soil
near my bed There was a loophole in my dreamin', so I got out of it And to my surprise my eyes were wide and already open Just my nightstand and my dresser
, let him go fight his own war Let him impress Daddy that way No more blood for oil, we got our own battles to fight on our own soil No more psychological
Until the top if I climb my way, and tell em' imma rise I'm on my -headin for the sky-im on my way Verse Three Yea to all my niggas paper chasing I
killin' erect my hidden Streets may be potent put your 9-6 bid in Vampire curse disperse on each verse Swim in black water, act slaughter through my earth You're hit by my
: mc nasal (chubb rock) Word up it's the nasal on the scene one mo' time! With my man kirk gowdy on the mix And my man funky owl in the mix And my man
