one we stand in honour No chance to break through Expect your false truths To be cast into dust As one we stand in honour Strength floating through
As one we stand in honour No chance to break through Expect your false truths To be cast into dust As one we stand in honour Strength floating through
blood we've shed before? Did you ever stop to notice This crying Earth, these weeping shores? Chorus: Aaaaaaaaaah Oooooooooh Aaaaaaaaaah Oooooooooh What have we
dying We live, we die & death not ends it Journey we more into the Nightmare Cling to life Our passion'd flower Cling to Cunts & cocks of despair We
divine & dying We live, we die & death not ends it Journey we more into the Nightmare Cling to life our passion'd flower Cling to cunts & cocks of despair We
Verse 2: Tech n9ne] It must be in my blood It must be in my soul Im musty in the mud Im dusty in my clothes Dont trust me ima scrub Dont fuck with me
rest we, we were so damn tangled (Yes) I really guess my baby didn't like my angle (No) I lye in a puddle of blood neck mangled (Damn) I was done by
of his blood brother Try to hold you down from these hustlers and these blood suckers, Everybody came in and they aimin' for our love, trust us (trust
for your steel We know this shit we do as [?] But who gon' change the tone And make a safe affect [?] You see these streets at night We told your block
Back in the day smoke a lil herb was all cool Now they got dope fiends dreamin of blood pools [?] could fight, shit, off and go their way But these days
4] In the jungle, we gotta rumble with the bees/wee Ain't nothin sweet, we gotta eat [Timbo King] Yo, we come from starvin days, runnin up in Dr. J's
enough!!! When they bump heads with me, they find out the guns do bust!!! We gettin paper In God We Trust!!! (THESE SUCKER ASS NIGGAS!!!) These niggas
slide down the pole, niggas trick for hoes We sell tons of dope, I ain't never broke Ain't my fault that the world revolves the dollar It's in my blood
him know you up shit creek yourself, we all sinners Facin' the winter, with no socks, and no shoes In a position, where we all gon' loose Tell the penitentiaries, we
who wanna know If there's life after death, and if so, where we go I often find myself involved in deep thought I wanna see is heavens a place like we
to ashes, and dust to dust I clear the land, "In God We Trust" nigga It's the blaze of glory, the blaze of glory You come in here for these niggaz, the
shots with shots and bullets more mobo's brits and grammy's before I pull it believe me the floors tight but the jeans ain't you cant compromise these days
