on me The Remington Electric I'm banging on its keys The words appear before me Their meaning's guaranteed A foreboding gloom upon us Of death ribbons
to wait upon He's young but he's daily growing Father, dear father, if you see fit We'll send him to college for one year yet I'll tie blue ribbons
and gone He's young but he's daily growing Father, dear father, if you see fit We'll send him to college for another year yet I'll tie a blue ribbon
Autumn's coming in through the yard, Marching like a grandfather clock The badges he wears are tattered and old Like shredded ribbons of bright read and
ear, now I have their heart Rappers came and went, I've been here from the start I seen them put it together, watched them take it apart Seen the Rovers roll up wit ribbons
Memory moves us past each other Time is a ribbon without an end Love is the lesson we keep learning Death but a moment we must spend Last week as I made
I'm number one in augusta, like j.c. Like little herman from pittsburgh you pay me Like zack thomas and frank molten I be the young nigga half the death
, through the noise and to do You wonder who is that person that lives up there? And you see me stepping out in the morning Looking nice with a ribbon
The wind was a torrent of darkness Among the gusty trees The moon was a ghostly galleon Tossed upon the cloudy seas The road was a ribbon of moonlight
the ribbon was all it took Where only the strap would leave it's mark upon these slaves What flag to thrust into this flesh, rag, bandage, Mop in their flowing death
tie That sits in towers up in the blue sky Above the clouds, obscure the scarred earth Discuss manoeuvres, moves for more death Arms make profit from
That sits in towers up in the blue sky, Above the clouds, obscure the scarred earth, Discuss manoeuvres, moves for more death, Arms make profit from
run rival sweeps Sick platoons flood the streets of los Like a sick typhoon Mutha-fuckas drive by world wide And everybody you and I know dies The only guarantee in life is death
I'm number one in Augusta, like J.C. Like little Herman from Pittsburgh you pay me Like Zack Thomas and Frank Molten I be the young nigga half the death
ll ride my pony There?s a wreath of bones and ribbon hangin? on my cabin door Lusty appetites have ravaged all of summer?s stores And the fear of death
where two fool kids First found love in my old tempest Girl, we were something Ribbons in your hair and white cotton dress Hearts on fire both scared to death
spirit to dummy dimwits syndicate jackals I'm broken arrow to the fuckin bone (broken poem) I don't really believe in God But God, I'm scared to death