was intended to be used on rare occasions. Not abused by every tongue. Rarely has a word been ever taken so in vain. What little meaning might remain
on until we see that our mission is complete Submission is at hand, the smoke now fades The smell of powder and death still remain Killed in battle,
a young nigga getting rich I'm destined for fame Oh, bitch-ass niggaz, putting salt in the game Put a stain on your brain 'cuz I shall remain And I
message we convey It seems we're only Here to entertain A rebellion cut-to-fit I refuse to be the soundtrack to it While we entertain We're still knee
insult them lest all nature you offend. They who were here before us will remain when we have gone, and though we're long forgotten still their memory
And so begins the task I have dreaded the coming of for so long I wait for the sun to remind My body it needs resting And I must learn to live without
we convey. it seems we're only here to entertain. a rebellion cut-to-fit. i refuse to be the soundtrack to it. while we entertain we're still knee-deep
a fuckin record deal Comin with somethin veterans can't feel I hit you like a steel anvil Because you grafted off the next man's skill But still I remain
doesn't get much better, your voice can get just ripped up shouting in vain, Maybe someone hears what you say, but you're still on your own at night.
, remains older Stronger than anything, accomplish many things The truth is the answer, my wisdom is everything Concrete slabs over the green grass But a rose still
, crumbles, pellets and egg booster One clear September day during the twins sixth year at the farm McClock does not come at meal time. Night falls and still
on I knew life wasn't shit Just made 2, drugs and love made my daddy split Mama's now forced to turn a boy into a man Impossible task, still she doin
aluminum foil for a chain The paints the same color as oil in the Range I'm stingy ain't got nothin for you but some change I'm good now but the fact still remains
.. "If only tired bones were made of wood" we could say "we could give up this endless task" Despite the rising tide the weather-worn ship remains
So the spirit of fear it gets thrown in the trash The Holy Spirit is here and gives us power for the task So we gone spread the news both the good and
insult them lest All nature you offend. They who were here before us Will remain when we have gone, And though we're long forgotten Still their memory