(My time is yet to come) A ticking time bomb motherfucker (My time has not yet come) I'm a time bomb ticking motherfucker (My time is yet to come) A
Übersetzung: Blood For Blood. My Time kommt erst noch.
motherfucker (My time is yet to come) A ticking time bomb motherfucker (My time has not yet come) I'm a time bomb ticking motherfucker (My time is yet
sky, the trees swing softly come summer rain and kiss my skin tears in my eyes mingle with the raindrops warm winds blow my face dry yet, still I cannot
for my health my mind and my family too State of myself my grind and my family crew Where one hand watches the other No we ain't blood But we still
time mutha I got a part time A part time A part time She's a (part time mutha) Part time A part time A part time mutha She's a (part time mutha) I rush
is for my lady on the first see cause I aint stacking nothing but bills trying to live Quinton a fiends for the fetti but fetti be my down fall my future
at my door For my lover's sins, they buried my soul White widow hear 'em say Her god is wrong, her time has run White widow hear 'em say My time is wrong, my
that is compassion and empathy for other people and their situations. Some of what I sing about comes from other people's experiences as well as my own. It shouldn't matter, the message is
woke up with the dawn, there was someone in my room, A woman, like an angel all in white, And then she told me "You must run, for your time has yet to come
been fighting for the throne let us pray to the heavens before the bastard plague comes Come! Like a damn dog! and taste the steel of my blade don't be
for none the same Walking amidst a frightening still No sound, no smoke, no scorching Flames He is risen... Sipping his poison the raven sings Yet another
I was heavy once into drugs I could walk around straight for two months with a buzz My brain's gone, my soul's worn and my spirit is torn The rest of my
I got my eyes on the prize Everybody drop low to the ground before I throw ya down Bloods on my hands, somebody got hit I didn't come to bullshit I come
just wait for that embrace, it's alright There is only one thing that has yet to be said, I am holding back There is only one thing that has yet to be
the money and who the fuck to do Four blocks away my aim's clean Night scope on a silence carbine Place my crosshairs on my vic's eye Squeeze the trigger
my bed, I think of many horror tales Yet I barely move, my bed is made of nails I try to roll, my skin slowly tears away My flesh is stuck to my bed as
