Hypnotic voices lull us to sleep, under watchful eyes We continue to believe the hoax to believe the Echoes that tell us we sleep alone
Huddled figures wait in shadows poised to attack. vile Creatures shake with thoughts of profit. vultures Swarm to the hoard. hordes that kill at the
We hang our heads in defeat we have extinguished all hope we slip our tongues we slit our throats we hang our heads from ropes SHIT CYCLE of self
Cities crumble at our feet cities collapse in seismic !!heat!! seek our solace in four concrete walls what will be our comfort our CONVENIENCE when
I fight everyday through rocks pelted in haunting memories. Thoughts scarred by what was taught. Ruptured hearts try to unlearn bouts of despair and the
Nightly dreams of putting knives in the side of judges and gaurds sweet REVENGE will be mine
dig in our pockets to pay, The tighter the shackles pull And the doctors chant "out of control" Because a patient healed is a customer Professional mind
Quick easy diagnosis finds you guilty for the crime of being in pain. Stripped of all rights and strip-searched. White walls and white washed. Robbed
In the dead of night they come to STEAL your MIND they are the beggars the wounds that never heal with no final words of warning cease and desist
Suffocate on self-taught hate, impending fate the funeral pyre has been lit, all-consuming ceremonial fire has been lit + there's one way out but our
damned near 40 and still tuckin And niggas baby mommas is pregnant and still fuckin It's either cus they boyfriends is scrub like Brillo Or cus Banks is
this We've gone obsessive And his second hand Honda Is the centre of my world I am envied by senior girls He's my hometown hero He's my hometown hero
Give him bottles of lies And maybe he'll find His place in heaven Cause he might just die Losing hope is easy When your only friend is gone And
his greatest reward is the love of a woman And his children So after he's gone That old workin' class hero lives on Yes, that workin' class hero lives
, I'm distinguished now. Hey Boobie? What? You didn't lift. Come on Man this is god given, only thing I gotta do is just show up. [Verse 1:] Yeah, yeah
you the rapper that's sick of this song We'll straight up toss his ass And if he flossin cash and jewelry, rip it off his ass, keep walkin fast. Thuggish
breaks down in the chapel after everyone's gone. Jane moves over to share her pillow but opens her eyes to see Johnny up and putting his clothes on, She
you're gone I silently smile, I even miss you in my sleep No rush, no lust, no lies This journey is our love You're my hero, from heaven did you come