: Huh! What do you think when you smile into my eyes You say that you like me but I know that's one of your lies My love is abused my compassion misused
: [Reverend preaching] Ha ha ha haa Brothers and sisters we're gathered here today to listen to a young man that's on fiiya You sittin in the church
: [Verse 1] To all my niggas on the porch getting their hair braided Corn rolled by a L.A. bitch And I can't forget My niggas riding the train Yankee
: (Brent Baxter/Erin Enderlin) You left your Bible on the dresser So I put it in the drawer 'Cause I can't seem to talk to God without yelling anymore
: In a country churchyard there's a preacher with his people, Gathered all around to join a man and woman, Spring is here and turtledoves are singing
: This is the end of everything Rear the tragedies That the Seraphim shall sing (Thanks to Magdalena for these lyrics)
: Desolate loving in yor eyes You used to made my life so sweet Step out like a god found child I saw your eyes across the street Who would be the fool
: "Might of mountains, free Blowing through the trees Rolling down the valleys Ten thousand years Church Of Real Metal! The rite of being free Setting
: Dance if you're wounded Dance if you're torn into Dance broken open Dance with nothing to lose Dance when you're wounded Dance when you're torn into
: Broken as my youth An eye for an eye A tooth for a tooth Justice can't cry Tough me lies I couldn't deny Never understood their aim & their rules
: Chorus: Devilstation they intensify Church and state they can't satisfy While the children still a multiply I see babymothers cry While the babyfathers
: Today is the first day Of the rest of our lives Tomorrow is too late To pretend everything's all right Well, I'm not getting any younger As long
: Hednigga jump up on the mic he got his dick in hand Check the purpose, ya nervous, you can't quite understand About this g-punk You wanna know where
: Hey yo, wesstyle What up js Let me get a hit off some of that marijuana shit Here it is Cuz you know iz gotsta be real high When I'm feelin ta
: You want me to give a show Well i don't really want to You want me to impress Well I don't really need to And who the fuck are you Where the fuck
: See their hands in the air They lift up their prayers to the air The life that you live Time that you give to the air It don't seem fair Something
: What was the reason? Didn't need one Like instinct born into a trade Not by choice but for a purpose Push the rock move the stone Forever the hill
: G.I. Joe boy, monkey suit man Shamu, 5.0, flatfoot motherfucka make less money than the damn schoolteacher Make less money than a damn school teacher
