taught that your worst enemy can harm you as much as your own wicked thoughts What devils fought we wrought, and let's annoint Now you're bein persecuted by
in stacks California's where I'm at RIDEN... Pass by While niggaz wonder why I got shot but didn't die Let em' see who's next to try Did I cry,
In a darkened high house Overrun by disease So let the truth be wrung That the Banished Ones intent On reinstatement have won We breathe by virtue of
: [Music by Dream Theater] [Lyrics by Mike Portnoy] [I. The Crimson Sunrise] [Instrumental] [II. Innocence] I remember a time My frail, virgin mind
that your worst enemy can harm you as much as your own wicked thoughts What devils fought we wrought, and let's annoint Now you're bein persecuted by
all dead, wit two in his chest Botty bwoy you come dead, and if in all die Will you run dead em again? Well go on buddy let em fly That's how it is in
[Part One: "THE PREACHER CAME TO TOWN"] A peaceful town down by the lake A cradle of goodness and righteousness it was said Quite prosperous one might
Day (Called it a Day) [Verse 4] I'm gonna throw thoughts to a page Let 'em fall where they please Let 'em rise to the sky, rain down, on four seas An
purp by the pound I'm posted on the block til the sun go down.... [Dame Dash] You see how I get down wit the get down Nigga I got a car for everyday
[Music by Dream Theater] [Lyrics by Mike Portnoy] [I. The Crimson Sunrise] [Instrumental] [II. Innocence] I remember a time My frail, virgin mind
fuck her from the back I give my currency a stats california is where I'm at RIDING by as these niggas wonderin why I got shot but didn't die let em'
pot nickel [Chorus: Cee-Lo] Well, all I know That I'd been down this road before It ain't the first time, won't be the last I gotta slow down cause I
(feat. Rob Blow) [Intro:] Rob Blow... gonna let you niggaz know... about alot of thingz, and it's on [Chorus] I'm about to tell you bout alot of
that bust Niggas who ride, niggas that'll kill for this side Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound Hit a nigga dead in his wig - FUCK IT!! [
politics, mixed with science... Speak on it, baby... [Jeni Fujita: Singing Chorus] As I look in your eyes I see the sunrise I see the moonshine! [1
stans You'll never make your move cuz you lackin the fans I been illin' since I had a backpack full a cans You see life pass by you in the blink of an