again to be hard to wet Discharge and drip genitourinary loakage Reproductive organs butchered and raw The risk for gratification is your epitaph Ignorance is
kills slowly Skin is in Ashes to ashes, genitals to jelly Melting in syphagonnaherpeaids The black plague of the 20th century Careless promiscuity Skin is
& cold I'm the scourage of my self made walls Shadows of the past thrown on me and broke my walls, all the time that has passed, However the pain is
I'ma hop in your brain, tell you whatchu thinkin' Yes, I am speakin', but I ain't writin' So cold, I put the ice in nicest You too broke to pay attention My style is
your own On a chair In a room with no one else I will touch your hand And say I understand What we lost Is equal to the cause Of my skin on yours
were right. It was perfect as I got in behind the wheel. Well, we drove that car all night into San Anton' And we slept near the Alamo, your skin was
pretty and ain't I cute and look at my skin Look at my skin shine, look at my skin glow Look at my skin laugh, look at my skin cry When you can't even
mystery I hope she isn't one, I hope she isn't one of those Almost ideal eyes Viewed through a rosey hue so beautiful, trusting You find liberal is an
way a hot slug feel, and fried skin smell Niggaz want me dead out here playa hatin' 'Cause they bitches wanna molest, they masturbatin' I can't help, that's the way it is
my path. Will i ever know the end I die again Now i'm one of you. No dream, that keeps me alive, no warmth reaches my skin. Their methods broke into
of pain The snap of a broken neck All alone in darkness I sit each night Write my rhymes With blood upon a butcher knife You say the Ice is ill, and ill
strong for so long All i wanna do is sing my simple song Square or round, rich or poor At the end of day and night all we want is more I keep my feet
into the crowd And I got a bloody knee under my skin, a mark from wiping out It brings back the memories Every bone's been broken And my heart is still
in I'm here but up there is where the rhymes are created My style hunt niggas like Emily Rose Plenty of flows The four-four waist is usually where the
skin 'em The contract is on but I am the addendum So wh-where my dawgs at, Randy Ma-ma-matter fact, get off my dick bitch, Andy Ca-ca-ca-cause everything is
sleep here tight You don't wanna sing the blues In black and white And it's hope that spring's eternal for everyone If it ain't broken break it or the
showed-you-everything that I stand for. I hate everything without you. Life falls and crumblers in my hand. Faith is dead. It's something I can't stand. Dreams, hope