dead behind, Striking forward for a cause, That I once believed. Striking - ripping - crying. Is this humanity, This is not my belief, Living the dead behind
did weep. I heard his best friend Frankie say, "He ain't dead, he's just asleep." Then I saw the old man's limousine head back towards the grave I guess
dead, dissed and forgotten Luck ran out, they hoped that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten Y'all just piss on me, shit on me, spit on my grave Talk about me, laugh behind
, feel no pain as I penetrate Nigga five deep as I strike at a quick pace I got the evil of my dead nigga trapped in my mind So my soul is a threat to
you made, call you gay on Hot 97 Drop by your dwellin' got the weapon right behind your melon Ain't no tellin' when the bullet's behind the trigger I do it to live
I come, they go, I run, they slow I ain?t ashamed that I did what I did I just live how I live, you don't like it, say so Ain't a singer on my payroll
DeMo its his birthday and that Key-C, on that Long Drive bought a baked potato with chives, Im gone come through watch that boy gots to go live, yes Im
dark side of the track No sunny skies, just really black We live real down here, Lord, let us live No playin' around here, Lord, let us live Don't hate
child of a broken mind The fear that I hide behind I hate rejection It's the worst, it gravely hurts me Living inside my head I feel like the living dead
a better word and that's my best excuse To live and not to breathe is to die in tragedy To run, to run away, to fight what you believe And I leave behind
God, God Let me remind you just who He is and how His power flows He healed the sick and He raised the dead up From the grave He rose He took the nails
on my rampage Jump behind some bushes, dodging cops, another close shave I'm bumpin heads with the reaper on a daily basis Can't sleep with nightmares of dead
did weep I heard his best friend Frankie say," He ain't dead, he's just asleep" Then I saw the old man's limousine head back towards the grave I guess
you living You gave them money in exchange for pain You're the monster in the closet They'll take your secrets with them to their grave Locked you away behind
brewing in the hearts of those we once bled I am the knowing, the living dead Dig deeper, remember all you've been and all you've left behind Wave goodbye
Swollen with liquid Ready to burst A load of my lymph Will quench this dead body's thirst One month in the grave Twisted and half decayed She turned
, ghastly beauty look into my eyes To reproduce with the living every century Impregnation of the virgin, I drink the blood of the unborn Returning to my grave
. I hope I never live to see the 'perfect' world you crave, Where ambition is the burden we shall carry to our graves. We think that we are so superior
