it down And ladies, let your hips move around Its the sound of the BEP family Got a poet named Life and a sister Kimy (worrrrd up) And the blood of
: You gotta get it together You shooting at me You're just a teenage industry Bye, see ya, out having fun they keep you comatose, with blood up your
'd be the one To show me I was blinded, to show me I was gone How weak was the foundation I was standing upon? Now there's spiritual warfare and flesh and blood
this whole fucking city Where's the weedman?, when you need them I want hollas from my niggas all around the way (Wuz up Big Blood!) My homie Big Blood
: The speculators made their money on the blood you shed Your momma's pulled the sheets up off your bed Profiteers on Jhames Street sold your shoes and
faces grow sad and old and hearts of fire grow cold We swore blood brothers against the wind Now I'm ready to grow young again And hear your sister's
ry. There was a holdup. Ooh, there was a shootout. And there was a killin'. And there's blood on my hands. Today i killed a man. Well now, sister
little for they were in love; Rose of England, sweet and fair, shining with the sun, Rose of England, have a care, for where the thorn is, There the blood
Nah Mean At your racial Policing Regime Nah Mean Spiritual like a Elohim Nah Mean In a casino or a yacht Wherever Im seen My brothers and sisters are
you There's a part of me i don't wanna be got nothing left to lose Trying to forget that we ever met how i miss you I'm a fake with blood on my hands
sleepily walking all the visions in your dreams... see a bare boy running in a forest naked and horned, blindly bold; in some arms blue serpents sister
the moans of love and all those sweet memories just make me cry 'cos all I need is to forget that your prime time stains my soul in blood O good Lord
window Wait by the car and we'll, go we'll go Oh Valencia With your blood still warm on the ground Valencia And I'll burn this whole city down Valencia With your blood
: PART I crone: here upon this pillow made of reed and willow you're a fickle little twister are you sweet on your sister? your fallow won't leave you
I will fire Sights set higher than the tall church spire Standing in line The blind lead the blind Waiting and waiting For an overdue sign Brothers and sisters
the bathroom Look! I can't live thru each slow century of her moving I let my cheek slide down The cool smooth tile Feel the good cold stinging blood
tin lockets What time erases and memory mocks I'll send them over the ocean foam Right into those gentle European homes White is the sheet on your fine linen bed The blood
is not enough Something tells me you're not satisfied You got plans to make me one of four or five I guess this kind of thing's just in your blood But