Gotta tell you a story on a cold winters night You'll be sailing for glory before you know what is right So come over here now, I got a vision for you
dream At night we ride through the mansions of glory in suicide machines Sprung from cages out on highway 9, Chrome wheeled, fuel injected,and steppin' out over
Mr. Faded Glory? Say he who rides a pony must someday fall I've been talkin' to my alter, says "Life is what you make it And if you make it death well
my blessings and pray that these haters ain't disrespecting/ Ain't ever no questions/ If we gotta rebel and do some checkin'/ At any second, things can change an death
a record I was a camera until I went blind And now I'm riding, all over this island Looking for something to open my eyes Well I still sing glory from
sharr She knows I'm the shit darr she knows that my shits suave Girl I Give your glory so love Because your glorys so buff When I get dat glory so touch
runaway American dream At night we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machines Sprung from cages out on highway 9, Chrome wheeled, fuel injected and steppin' out over
And for a hobby I'm hitting niggas up like a mobster I got a story for each little poor territory The ghetto glory in all categories The death threats
There'll be a man, one to lead his people into victory One who goes through time, one who seen pain The one who sees the glory, that man is I, Capone
the 7 crowns on his dome was near Feet walked over rose petals, song from the ghetto Face froze in gold like the pharaoh A dawn in glory, robe of light
love me, There's a thin line between happiness and hopeless, An even thinner line between on point and out of focus, BUT Back to my story about my fall from glory
...dream of all the wonderous things of the world. And I'm young again. And I can fly.....fly right up over these walls Joke ya, joke ya, joke ya mind
like leaves on some doja elbow to elbow, shoulder to shoulder holla God S.P.V. and Louderdale, we hot to death ride or die STH. MEM. Life or death. YES
death And yet 'tis no more than a dream Only a dream, only a dream Of glory beyond the dark stream How peaceful the slumber, how happy the waking Where death
't need a star to guide us We'll be going home Once a baby in a manger No room at the inn Now a king who reigns forever Over death and sin Sent by the
the pain and the death and the glory And the poets of old Ireland If we could make chains with the morning dew The world would be like Galway Bay Let's walk over
Of the pain, the death and the glory And the poets of auld Eireland If we could make chains With the morning dew The world would be like Galway Bay Let's walk over
