traits Living with scars Through bleak accession We task through disaster we face In fear of rejection we stand God given grace To live again Taken
pound, live as sirens, duckin the sound I used to hustle with my moms til the sun came My homey Harm doin time from this drug game Stolen cars, war scars
Started stealing anything I could move Now I'm thirteen, with something to prove Buddha hit me with a twenty-two That started my career with a tool Nothing
So scared that love lived on the edge / Scared of love lived on the ledge / Like love lived on the ledge / As if my
lost art of dying Only to lonely resent angels for flying Twisted, living off of each other's sickness like parasites This is paradise We've rediscovered the long-lost
we are lost in paradise Our recollection all but gone We will make the only sacrifice For the strength to carry on In spite of everything I recognise the end And feel the scars
believe me love (we living in the paradise of fools) Yo pharoahe (right? ) remember I met yvette in dallas, tex (that cool queen long blonde chick with
] Somebody take me and show me the way To the end of the world where paradise begins With theese eyes With this heart I have seen many lives torn apart
, live as sirens, duckin the sound I used to hustle with my moms til the sun came My homey Harm doin time from this drug game Stolen cars, war scars,
Better believe me love (we living in the paradise of fools) Yo Pharoahe (right?) Remember I met Yvette in Dallas, Tex (That cool queen long blonde chick with
couch for a week all watching old elvira videos on tv yeah hee hee hee, laugh it up. you don't live like I do: at the mercy of any sister with wrist scars
