A spark of light in a strange Shape like the waves that surround the sight range A wounded collected echoes Among the Sharp mountains The wild star is
thug livin', precious Three strikes, I hope they don't test us And pull a heater ammunition is great Move without a sound And we slide down pistols in place
days I am a man of constant sorrow I've seen trouble all my day I bid farewell to old Kentucky The place where I was born and raised The place where
himself This is a strange universe Is it all just a blueprint? In the real universe, is my consciousness useless? Are we really something a higher intelligence made up? A
designed to bury the wolf under a sheep's clothes Some peoples sang, a few begged for change A young girl skipped a long with her hand glued to a candy
chopped up in pieces His soul done rose, I placed them tubes up under my mattress My conscience is black and it's strange 'Cause I murdered a bitch and
box chopped up in pieces His soul done rose, I placed them tubes up under my mattress My conscience is black and it's strange Cause I murdered a (edit
the Distant West Explored the Crypts Buried for Years under Silent Stone They Beheld a Netherworld never Seen in a Mortals Eye A Place meant to be Unentered
would tell nobody else They would tell nobody else Then someone said that they came To bury our gold above the ground So every one could place blame On any stranger
", he said Then everyone commenced to do What they were doin' before he turned their heads Then he walked up to a stranger and he asked him with a grin
I am the man of constant sorrow I've seen trouble all my days I bid farewell to ol' Kentucky The place where I was born and raised (The place where he
saw my favorite place Furniture all busted and the arson on her face Nothing is a stranger to me Nothing is a stranger to me Nothing is a stranger
is full of people That I don't understand They got no love for the life In this my motherland They practice strange religions Whose roots are buried
:" "I've got a golden axe and I chop cherry trees down Dead to this world. Bury me now." I am from a distant place that sits and waits for my belated
start a friendship I need to start writing pieces about other people's problems 'Cause strangers are starting to get worried I'm in a hurry to try to slow the system down a
A name, to indicate you played the game Came empty handed and left the same A soul is A soul and A shell is A shell The border in between is full of everything
to a ghetto near you, street fame Bust, comin' to a ghetto near you, street fame All out warfare, eye for a eye bustin' on my enemies bad boy killing (Comin' to a