I get up, I get down Now that it's all over and done Now that you find, now that you hold My eyes convinced, eclipsed with the younger moon attained
gather me up like a handful of flowers wipe my tears like the morning dew warm up my soul like a soft cotton sweater and gather my heart all up in you
That's sickly clean, this mild and meek I could launch it with a poker, no danger for a weekend It opens its mouth, there's no words, just a squeak I
If the fire's out baby How you gonna keep me warm? Supposing you left me With the door wide open no one can leave I know it's a lie, I want it to be
Death is an angel sent down from above sent for the buds of the flowers we love But every bud and each blossom some day Will bloom as a flower in the
The ceremony was over A lad stood alone in tears For he had just said goodbye To the one he had loved through the years He stood all alone with his head
Mad Child] About to drill ya with a killer combo King Kong, Godzilla and Rambo Marker author, ain't no bitch I'm down to die for Rifle in your mouth
Death is an angel sent down from above sent for the buds and the flowers we love Truly 'tis so for in heaven's own way each soul is a flower in the Master
VERSE; WE'RE COMING TOGETHER Yes, WE'RE COMING TOGETHER And it's a challenge We're in the same place To blend and balance Sometimes we're trying
(Durrty Goodz Intro) Yeah, just imagine that though...and just dream...'cause this is real grime MC'ing (huh) but it's never gonna' change...until you
Today she dresses for the change she's faces now And the storm that's raging a safe haven she has found She doesn't care what the prophets say anymore
[eiht] (don't fuck around...) Geah In the mutherfuckin house To the 9 to the 6 Compton in this bitch, uh And we in this muthafucka lookin' too greedy
Death is an angel sent down from above Sent for the buds and the flowers we love Truly it is so, for in heaven's own way Each soul is a flower in the
We shall assemble on the mountain We shall assemble at the throne With humble hearts into His presence We bring an offering of song Glory and honor and
can i get some air to breath? we're suffocating ourselves with mediocrity. we lose the battle daily. cemented in sentiment. sentimentally yours, my dying
There was a tempest roaring in the deep blues There just to put the revolution in you You compared the cost of the war With walking into a wall Thought
You are what you are I am what I am Can we all come together With some kind of plan I want you to laugh But you want me to cry Can we all come together
Rocket collecting dust Hidden from all memory Bathed in outrage and rust Waiting for you and me To own it Watch you as you douse the ceiling Light up