Thorns an' prickles easing away Frustration - tiredness too Very soon table will turn And we'll be no longer livin' in the past 'Cause ev'rything
thorn that's in my side 7 weeks go by, it's so hard to say goodbye Take your thorn out of my side My side, my side Take your thorn out of my side My
ve been denied I'm the M-A-R, the Q-U-I-S Here to run down a rhyme at your request I'm the New York born, who's sharp as a thorn I came here tonight just
Our cry is for freedom for what feels good Aren't there many paths to God but none understood Behold the glory and the radiance All truth found in His
The met at a church social over Ice cream and chemistry Like a snowball they rolled down the hours She'll soon be eighteen They put a little white house
lynchmen In Now Born, raisin' Children of the Corn We march as we hear the horns of Red Dawn I'm prepared, sharpen my machete 'til it's sharp like a thorn
see Nose to smell, brain to think. Pain in me deep within Like a thorn under the skin Cold demise burns inside.... 7th scar... Why you opened this seventh scar? Thorn
[Pt.1: Thorns Of Creation] New light has formed, from the darkness torn Of dust and sand, mankind is born Our garden evergreen, it's flowers, so serene
[Chamillionaire Insert From "In Love With My Money"] Big Swangaz and Vouges Them 20 inches sittin low We Ball 24's 7's all that we know Screens and neon
of whores Caressing Icarus wings Individualism in forms of red thorns Edges of sharpened steel He is awaken He forever shall be All Granted excess by the 7
kill a clone Nigga be actin' silicone, still it's on, still it's on In my darkest hour, I clock the glock Death is certain, life is not I got 13 ways, less than 7
must burn. [Hook x3] [Verse 4:] I'm a cuddly little monster, stack the tears to sleep with humans, sucker punch To imped imposter's, shed the thorns
the thorn that's in my side 7 weeks go by, it's so hard to say goodbye Take your thorn out of my side My side, my side Take your thorn out of my side
all hope of Abraham Send you to the sacred land To change form, the daunting rituals that leave you scorned Crown of thorns adorns the unborn in which
when she is returning, she got tired eyes but she is never sad driving down the street and the sunlight hits my eyes all the downtown girls like thorns