Come with me, into my shop of antiquity, and odd horrors just a little further now take your time, I will take mine with your screams You're tearing
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I don't want to waste another hour Waiting for some pointless power Living in an eternal bloodshower Negative Views! More abuse! I don't want to ask
I know enough about politics to know that I don't give a shit I know enough about the system to know that I'm not gonna listen I know enough about the
If I could just get on my feet I'd bang a drum for the dying Bang a drum for the truth Bang a drum for the innocence Lost in our youth Bang a drum
age through a faze An unmentionable stage deranged full of rage Walking through life in a haze with dark clouds Hanging over my head being wicked and loud
sess mi bun Wha mi sing strictly only high grade princess mi bun Politician well love push up dem chest mi bun Certain loud rowdy talking interest mi
an old roue So confident I'll go his way Whistle to him and the passing time My death waits like a bible truth At the funeral of my youth Weep loud for
myself I shall return I shall return from the depths of my own hell I shall return Daylight finds me sleeping dreaming of my youth But darkness calls my name out loud
is a message to the soldiers... Now they killed King and they shot X Now they want me, you could be next All you gotta do is speak too loud All you gotta
' you sweat Rhyme Syndicate boy in effect The rap motivator,teacher,talker,night rhyme stalker Words thrillin',so real they're chillin',the hit author Gettin' louder
Like a panther I prowl ,like a lion I growl Learn to see behind my back like the head of an owl I'm the voice of the youth,the prophet of truth What
If I could just get on my feet I'd bang a drum for the dying Bang a drum for the truth Bang a drum for the innocence Lost in our youth Bang a drum bang
trails of stars across the planet the night scene of New York Comes to life with lights pubs clubs with thugs Mobsters gangsters criminals dealers with drugs Loud
of niggas is just on the low, chillin Not botherin nobody, until one motha fucka fuck with em And then all hell break loose Hook (2) Quiet niggas will kill Loud
has that new gangster lean Everybody just wanna be a ghetto star Fly cribs and drivin them big cars That's all Mr. President, hear the voice of the youth
lies and dreams of green fields and rivers but awakes to a morning with no reason for waking He's haunted by the memory of a lost paradise in his youth
again And I used to to youth group that what I thinking In the corner with my head down sobbing the truth I got my n***s in the kitchen drinking around the stove Laughing loud