privilege To the grinding of the poor Month after month Year after year For those who owe their privilege To the grinding of the poor Fall on your sword
off the page this is your break up letter I lied when I told you it's not you that it's me this is your break up letter I'll set you on fire just to
for this one [Chorus: 50 Cent] I been patiently waiting for a track to explode on (Yeah!) You can stunt if you want and ya ass'll get rolled on (It'
said revenge is mine But he drinks, and drinks can be fixed Sing me one more song, about ya love me to the moon and the stranger And your fall by the sword
, he said, I don't need your organization, I've shined your shoes, I've moved your mountains and marked your cards But Eden is burning, either brace yourself
: [Intro] One, two, Bone is coming for you Three, four, better lock the doors Five, six, better load your clips Seven, eight, we're gonna test your fate
the few coming outta the back do' Hang, on the darkside ride, Pick up your tec and let fly, why? I, die, by all ah my, unremorsefullest times on the nine
s clothes thrown all over the place You're crouched in the corner with makeup running down your face I don't wanna believe what my heart keeps saying You keep me on
I look in your eyes Is that you baby Or just a brilliant disguise I heard somebody call your name From underneath our willow I saw something tucked in shame Underneath your
: I was your big man I was your prince charming King on a white horse hey now look how far I?ve fallen I tried to trick you yeah but baby you got wise
was gonna be your Romeo you were gonna be my Juliet These days you don't wait on Romeo's You wait on that welfare check And on all the pretty things that
eater's lyin' in a pool of sweat victim of the heatwave, Behind the tent the hired hand tightens his legs on the sword swallowers blade, Circus town's on
on from age to age It speaks Truth to us even still And as the rain falls from Heaven, feeds the earth before it returns Lord, let Your Word fall on us
How he falls And on the throne Where he sits With his grip On us all From the West To the East With his teeth On our feast And in the kingdom on
has fallen and is lost, The king of heathen Saracen has seized the holy cross;" Then the priest said "Oh my bishop, we must put them to the sword, For
your badge, your gun and ride Billy club show me no love, think you above all the fuss and the locs is rushin in too close Let me lay it on the table
flaming arrows hitting your body, keeping you warm With the uniform of my sworn enemies You raped and pillaged my city, and spread disease Feel the sword
