sacred Every memory that I hold Were all just scars in the making And all the things we can't let go Were all just scars in the making, scars in the making
Every memory that I hold Were all just scars in the making And all the things we can't let go Were all just scars in the making, scars in the making
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to touch me, I never told you that Scared what you might do, I couldn't hold you back I kept it deep inside, I done let it fuel my anger I'm down for
through my clear Mirror of tears Come make all of my dreams get lost In your salvation Your weakness is the fuel of my desire Come make the darkness
hot) [Mos Def] Yeah, now check your stove top before you take a listen And make sure beans don't burn in the kitchen These gassed-up niggaz just ain't fuel
out the jungle with his homeboy swine One of those brothers that they just can't find That makes 'em shake and make 'em shiver when it comes nighttime
Coastal Chronic track got Moka on it Independent with a different perspective Select effective next on exit The young and the restless fool fuel injected Swollen Members gunna make
conversations that raise bars You are a sage who is fueled by compassion comes to Nooks and crannies as balm for all scars You make the knees of my
Save me one time, wont you Take this blackened heart and make it whole I dont fear for what I am Is the fall of man Life breeds death and disease Empathy
re in a better place just 'cause the rent is higher Spent fuel on retirement now you don't know where the fire went Waste away, the future is charcoal Everything you make
them. Trying to understand them And what fuels them and their essence. I'm looking for some leverage. Catch up, trying to catch me. Curse-ed, depress-ed. Here to make
of life's forgiving flow Learn by mistakes through the fullness of time Will truth leave a scar in our father's bloodline All the years Fueled by fears
erosion. Now where I live there's a homeless man. He sits upon a crate Yeah, He makes a rusty trumpet sound like the music that angels make. Now if you
sopranos) Who you are, where you from (Let's play) And who the hell you be gettin' Nice and smooth, white knights, icy jewels So cool, but the slightest shit ignite my fuels
the conquest belts the soil we build loggers of the wild land - that never will recoil the terms are definite - in this exhausted engine scarred in the
crooked to me but I make it work my way the thoughts inside are painfully and cruel but they are a fuel so strong that it makes my life go wrong I seek
