"There's a time when the operation of the machine becomes so odious, makes you so sick at heart, that you can't take part; you can't even passively take
its funny how we shares those laughes, and a year goes fast, i cant wait till another years goes past, grindin, tryin make your ear lobes glass, diamonds
[Wretch 32] The Mirror can't look me in the eyes no way I Float like a ribbon in the sky no plane Ay yo, smooth or rugged I'm a Usain run it Cah does
[Wretch 32 - Verse 1] Yea, I got a good heart I was born on beat that?s a good start I had a feeling I pushed past And now I feel like I?m the reason
Again I start this but I'll add a new twist So the masses can't resist The message brought by a Panther strictly To relieve the disease of the sickly
Someone's got it in for me He's trying to get to you You think he knows what you need But not a word he says is true When it's time to move in He is
Well, this is easier now I've found all the pieces That I lost in the flood And it wasn't that much And though it's easier now I will always remember
I'm so cold. nothing on the inside. so burn me so cold. no one to hold. so burn this body I'm not feeling anymore. chilling, now I'm turning to stone.
"Why so soft, O' my brothers... So pliend and yelding... how can you one day triumph with me..." Rejoice in sweet submission of murder, of conceit How
My chest expands as I inhale the morning breeze. My direction unknown, wander off enjoy the complaceny, feel good about beeing alone. As sure as I once
Contrary to popular opinion I dun been found religion Jesus was on the album cover, the Lord Willing A brush with death and a 32 year sentence is enough
You make me come You make me complete You make me completely miserable Stuck to a chair watchin' this Story about me Everything goes by so fast Making
Chews the fat with his creator Over breakfast in the sunlight Though when he says grace, when he says grace He feels enveloped like a shadow But there
I wake up every mornin' In a lonely ice cold bed Thinkin' 'bout the nightmare That just played in my head I think of all the things I miss Like moments
I use love like fuel The pain it drives my engine It's a source without renewal Without environmental protection I said I'll strip mine into your heart
Oh wretched man- the problem ain't that we rock Timbs That I am- the problem is we've got sin Who shall deliver me?- even with a new start From this
A red priest broke into our classroom Caught us children by attention "Listen closely to the words I speak Lord knows if we'll ever, ever again meet"
[Turk talking] Uh uh Look bitch better have my money (Better have my money) Nigga Uh uh Uh uh (Uh uh) Bitch (Bitch better have...) That bitch better
