: See my life written all over my arms White strokes of misery I call 'em diary, some call 'em scars Each one holds a memory I' I make my last entry,
: Why do we shoot our wounded I don't understand once when we were down and out he gave us his hand can't we give back to who has given to us I expect
arose horizon, while we've been gone She holds my hand I just want to mourn this forever, wanna sleep in love wherever No need for the wasteland of the wounded
horizon, while we've been gone she holds my hand i just want to mourn this forever, wanna sleep in love whereever no need for the wasteland of the wounded
, and I fall to both knees Not to beg for your forgiveness But to hate the word and you speak (Take a right off these cliffs) (The ground is staring at your wounded weapons, wounded
I fall to both knees Not to beg for your forgiveness But to hate the word and you speak (Take a right off these cliffs) (The ground is staring at your wounded weapons, wounded
Mean [Chorus / Bridge] Yo Yo Mr. President What you doing for my residence? Yo Mr. Minister Why you being sinister? Yo Yo Mr. President What you doing for
The darkened clouds And I feel that I Am still alive and breathe For all the world to see You can bind my blood But the spirit will remain For
reason I'll be A reason I'll be back As I walk The Hemisphere Got my wish To up and disappear I been wounded I been healed Now for landing I been Landing
: Spent most of last night dragging this lake for the corpses of all my past mistakes sell me out, the jokes on you he is salt and you are the wound
P.Diddy ::talking over jagged edge:: (yeah whoa) This the moment they all been waiting for playboy (ok) we here now we in the house now for sure check
I keep locked up in my basement If I shoot a nigga will I be known for gettin' Jason, I don't know Still got a sick phase for shoot outs and car chases
snitch Who the bitch? You the bitch (x4) Look, get ya mask took off When I blast four off Pump the shotty Throw your body Where the grass grow tall Jeah, I'm like tango for
Chicken Little] I am the champion my friend And I'll keep on fighting 'till the end I am the champion I am the champion Don't end for loser cause I am
celestial flow from the blood of the earth, or tears of the gods bring forth life. Burning tree, ash in the breeze, land on fire. Human desire for
: I'm walking wounded on the ground But I will stand here tall If you want a war with me If you want a war with me If you want a war with me then bring
hope lying in a line of chalk Everything you need is disguised in double talk So wound yourself and let it ache But if you're waiting for something