On the day I die Don't pray for me Soulstealer In the place I lye Set me free Soulstealer Take your crosses from my grave All the tokens of your faith
that ain't enough And tha head make me beg, still that just ain't enough When I don't trust her, bitch be lying too much She be dying to fuck me,
and try to stomp me Throw my life away, and I?ll be worthless Just like you Somewhere now a baby?s crying, Down the road his mother?s dying Shot
peice of your brain blown Hop up on that long Tre pound, flame throwin' Now is'nt this a beautiful day, look up It's Angel skies in Pelican Bay Surprise n-gga we all dying
: You took a first-class trip to Paris You danced in the streets of Spain You followed the sun to Rio de Janeiro Cuz you got so sick and tired of the
blood that cripples the hand of fate The trip into the black Life's dying fall The trip into the black Life's dying fall
: Your class, your caste, your country, sect, your name or your tribe There's people always dying trying to keep them alive There's bodies decomposing
Throughout the ruins of me Longing for finding my way out Leaving myself, there's nothing left for me The ruins are about to crumble down. The flame is dying
grasp on the future, So the past that we're used to, Is all that we ever want back. Running with the axe, Trynna chop the whole world down, Trynna fight your little trip
: [Intro] I do gangsta rap They wanna blame world problems on gangsta rap It's our fault, cause motherfuckers is dying in Iraq It's our fault, cause
believe, this whole world twisted me You fuckin' biggots, you fakes, you wanna-be's I see the future and it's lookin' grim A lake of fire lookin' looking like a long trip
Arm's to kill Or flowers to steal Head trip for the mortal earthbound One sip of the blood that i found Lieing here Im dying here Dying here.. Don't
stank, if you got bank Fuck buying gats bitch, get a tank Fuck a fire arm, get a wire bomb Cause when you blow yourself up, at least you dying warm {*
Let?s take a trip To the Home of the Brave Forget about London Forget about Spain Get out of New York Take the Train to the Plane Hong Kong smells like dying
how you feel Cuz you're everything, I'm always there for you Yes, I'll be there, so let's ride Let's ride, don't trip, got your back, I'm your man I
mine? Who is gagged when all are silent? and bitten when we move Inflamed! My mask is burning The night is dead; dark, putrid flesh turning ?pon a chair in the dying
you find satisfaction. Too much of anything leads to a life without identity. Dependence on substance to set you free only keeps you in captivity. Slowly dying
