lifelong obsessions. Once on that path must never stray. Show those who doubt- they can't keep you down. Stay true to yourself- and stand your ground. Stand your ground
tonight Alright A lightning blitz Comes raging down You go running For higher ground Get it on - get it on Hear me tonight Your blood runs cold A killer guitar Screams in your
done my best to live the right way I get up every morning and go to work each day But your eyes go blind and your blood runs cold Sometimes I feel so
Back Of Your Head You Got A Tattoo On The Back Of Your Neck An Infinity Sign That Represents Your Past Your Master Touches You On Your Tattoo And Removes Your
that christmas you know the pneumonia thing It was bolognya was it the methadone ya think Or the hydrocodone you hide inside your pornos Your vcr tape cases with your
Cold rain whipping those proud faces Warcries raising their spirits Despising death as they rush forward Blood of the brothers drains to the ground Stirring
now that's ready Trustin your judgment, quick to put it down, they deadly The hood love you but behind your back they pray for the day A bullet hit your
People you know, on your side, touching concern Stand on a chair and scream as the tables turn Take a bow, take the blame, soon you'll wake up screaming your
fear The soldiers bravely stand, they try hard to defend Till the end! Riding the attack Yelling screams of the fallen Thunder, blood and pain Madness
gray Then a cry and rivers of blood Flow so sadly bringing you Our dreams pour into a cold tray Two young souls in misery Missing you I never knew your
All The Ways) Every Body Do The Kompa (Keep Your Hips In Place) Every Body Do The Kompa (2 Steps Get Closa) Every Body Do The Kompa (Wind Your Body Like
by gods Who must reconvene Deciding to cleanse the Earth of its life By priming their own warmachine Skil will grow soft blood will grow cold But not on your
I'm rolling Sweets, I'm smoking sour Married to the game but she broke her vows That's why my bars are full of broken bottles And my night stands are
no stets in my sound Hitting you hard from every direction Your head and your shoulder, area your midsection dawg When the saint on the ground with
-two years old Ain't never felt the cold wet behind the ears Know what real pain is, cried real tears I go hard bogard and stand my ground Fuck y'all
they rush, stand my ground It's time to come up, stick up my chest and make some loot Gots to lock it down and when they rush stand on my own two I'm
you know the Pneumonia thing? It was bologna, was it the Methadone ya think? Or the Hydrocodone, you hide inside your pornos? Your VCR tape cases with your