has turned to grey The colour on your life has gone and left you What once you had has gone away Consuming are the thoughts you just won't let go The
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world has turned to grey The colour on your life has gone and left you What once you had has gone away Consuming are the thoughts you just won't let go
let you go for nuttin, I promise Praises due to Elijah Muhammad, peace be unto Farad Muhammad Words of Minister Farrakhan Been true, be loyal, know your roots, water your soil
smash out the Taurus energy pure decompose in the porous soil of life moving on it's courses crystal's neath' the surface radiate the cycle combing minerals they will flex and let go
Nigga, you ain't Bone Ring the alarm (Ring the alarm) To let 'em know that we're charging Clones pay Come on now ring the alarm (Ring the alarm) To let
: there are stories in the soil, loose leaves cover the ground there's volumes in the forest, no one reads out loud if i could take them down off of
can reach alqueda through my speech Let the president answer a higher anarchy Strap him with an Ak-47, let him go, fight his own war Let him impress daddy
'm the nigga to mess with Let the tech lift, direct chest hit, melt your necklace For instance, you just a henchmen, on tough soil (what?) A follower
deathwish, thinkin I'm the nigga to mess with Let the tech lift, direct chest hit, melt your necklace For instance, you just a henchmen, on tough soil
will fade away when the leaves have reached the soil I won't give up this fight The sacrifices made We gave our all And won't let it go to die in vain
floors, more applause. You've been here all the time, like it or not, like what you got, You're under the soil, yes deep in the soil. So we'll end with
or not, like what you got, You're under the soil (the soil, the soil), Yes, deep in the soil (the soil, the soil, the soil!). So we'll end with a whistle
row I just keep it covered with a vest You ask if I am anxious How this will pan out Let's just say until it's foiled Answer does I fear Lie nowhere near the soil
town That her smile becomes a smirk I go to work Love for sale Appetizing young love for sale Love that's fresh and still unspoiled Love that's only slightly soiled
gas. Let's assume I'm the guy who didn't pay his 'Triple-A' fee. In actuality, I let the zetas probe me. Yesterday was all my fault. I let negativity
