I?m so tired Tired of waiting Tired of faking And tired of pretending I?m fine I?m fine It?s Friday night and I?m tied to the telephone Waiting on your
t sign it No I will not go, even thou that blow knocked me on the flo' But you ain't seen the last of me, turn your back on me But you'll regret it,
I wont sign it No, I will not go, even thou that blow knocked me on the flo' But you aint seen the last of me, turn your back on me But you'll regret
Jireh, you're my Provider) Jehovah Jireh, my Provider (Yes you are, yes you are) (Jehovah Nissi, you reign in victory) Jehovah Nissi, you reign in victory
I will believe Cast not your shadow on my eyes Open minds are lead astray With the hope for a brighter day Cast not your shadow on my heart A promise
done In the middle of the night Bayonets on, and ready yourself to fight Now raise your fingers and salute the flag And clean the dirt from your dog tag
: Victory I envision, so my mission is to win. One look at my arm she like wizzle where your skin? Hating niggas talk, hear they whispers in the wind
that He saved a place in heaven So I pray every day for my soul He take up Gettin' my hustle in every day, each day When I would get on my knees and
He lived by his motto, his honor was true Sturmbahnfuhrer Skorzeny I salute you (Repeat Chorus) For the green of my land For the blood and the soil My
[Shemin] I feel the pain in my heart I must ride I escaped but I won't lose my pride My horse shall lead my way to Andoria town From there I can contact
what I keep in the trunk of my Jag Surprise nigga respect due when I deliver Respect on the mic, we in this for life For the street thug to my brother
hearts are steeled against the fiery gates of hell no shot or shell can still our mighty song can still our mighty song your honor in my heart oh falling
the river the freshness of the dawn Oh, my god, where was I... A land where my my dreams rule Where hopes of victory become reality for every man That
echoes in the mountains through the sky. The oath to keep it true forever in my mind. See the spikes on my leather dress and the patches on my denim vest
allegiance to them And the four spoke the words of the warriors prayer Gods of war I call you, my sword is by my side I seek a life of honor free from
the worm that he'd bring me something to cook I felt a tug on my line and I lugged a trash can on my pole with a note from the worm attached that read
cold reservoir to liquor Hell, split the ocean on its seams if it boosts your esteem I never lend span of attention lest my brethren signal fresh So do your