Left to devices All of my own innovation To the screaming end Of what has always been Whenever the dying is calling I will go To last reasons jagged
We cannot sleep forever Nor can our dreams awake Mindless our souls are taken Another future forged From a dying past Darkness it feeds me In this eternal
One night I found what was missing The thread that attaches Us all together Without us knowing Our nexus By this we stand parted We challenge What we
Into what goes on forever Beyond perspectives lost Caleidoscope vision Introspective display What hides in plain sight Force it into my head Now is
I am the one That hides in flame and fire Who takes you under And brings you in When the silence is all No day before night The burning plains Are my
Walk away from the nightmare Total eclipse of the mind Eyes that have always been blind Replaced by a different kind What has been all around Gone through
Never again to be the fool Now I know that all Is going away Wait and daylight is done We are terminal Will the time of my life Be one out of time So
As time goes by All eventurally Comes full circle Just turning end for end Where benightedness Tip the scales And once the fire Has been lit The mind
You have given desire a name These tremors I have felt Are the remnants of dying Whenever you are gone From our days I am alone All that we had will
cause the music industry is messed up, baby! i throw a pity party as i sip bacardi sell on! rap tapes, i dont need nobody ima beethoven givin, colt 45
Food and liquor stores rest on every corner From 45th and State to the last standin? hymn Nuhana J&J's, pale chicken, good finger lickin? While they sin
[Verse 1: Nasty Boi] Smokin' on that Cali Kush, my boy sells it by the bush I'm packin' heat with the .45 magnum in my belt Shawty lookin' so fine, wish
Till they get back home, Just Do It (Just Do It) You want to start the revolution right (right) You wanna burn the constitution right (right) You want a solution
this goes out to all my thug niggas and bitches out there (soldiers) At ease, solute, C-MURDER all the motherfuckin' riders out there representin' its
or more substances That are not chemically united such as air Solution, a uniform mixture of varying proportions Of a solvent and a solute For many of
45 revolutions, playing on your stereo Not one revolution on the street Final solutions, as many as you want Not one solution on the street
is the solution Check it Now the Uzi's that were once used to kill each other Are now used to serve and protect the brothers And the sisters 'cause they're packing .45
