you For over ten years of the ghetto gospel You've paved the way for young black women to prosper How you paint pictures you deserve Grammys and Oscars Congratulations for
: There's a world dying at my door I would die just to taste its blood some more I knew a world lying at my door For my lover's sins, they buried my
when you waste it You knew things i had to realise There- there is only blood Rolling like a river All it might deliver There- there is only blood Only salty blood
a man's been left for you oh the books I've read for you the tongues I've bitten for you many a new city for you many a risk taken for you (not a single
how she screams! If you think you'll win my forgiveness Awww, sweetheart, you're sadly mistaken! You shouldn't have brought us! You shouldn't have hurt us! You
When you touch me When you hold me When you kiss me I don't feel anything When you touch me (when you touch me) When you hold me (when you hold me) When you
heart So dead upon the bed You hurt me in the deepest way I'm crippled inside I took your evil skin away It's all cut and dry I saw you tonight and carefully
you gonna let it show You make me nervous but it's now or never. Oh oh You can be my message from above And it's time to say you're sorry We can sanctify
: Give and you give and you give till it's gone then the people you fight hardest for say you're wrong before me flash all of my memories and days so
Don't speak on what you see Always call before you gone You get jammed you don't know me Lead that Y at the door Wash your hand before you eat Don't play
if you only have love for your own race Then you only leave space to discriminate And to discriminate only generates hate And when you hate then you're
you move your teeth, You're an idiot, babe. It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe. I can't feel you anymore, I can't even touch the books you
play the hand that you was dealt You play 'em right you prevail - you play 'em wrong then you fail It ain't hard to tell, when you been headed for self
cause I believe in me label, Ruthless, and we steady be puttin' it down Just for the love of money yeah, For the love of the wasteland Claire, For the
and nigga you die, soldier Four killas we creepin' and comin' to hurt ya, mo murda Better pack that five five, I'm feelin' like killin' you dying tonite, You
scroll messages victims and christians both drinking blood and they pray for the destruction of all hatred more often just those with hate for us cause it hurts when you
there was a shootout. And there was a killin'. And there's blood on my hands. Today i killed a man. Well now, sister, you know me well. And you
you can wait on your blessings my darlin? But I got a deal for you right here I ain?t lookin? for prayers or pity I ain?t comin? ?round searchin? for