Songtexte:
Spoken Pride In His Face

He walks on the clouds, He is as close as a brother is, He?s never been knocked down, unlike any other. Pride in his face, his mind is sound, he?s found

He walks on the clouds, He is as close as a brother is, He?s never been knocked down, unlike any other. Pride in his face, his mind is sound, he?s found

up so neat and so pretty [?] The rumbler jumped far from his feet [?] And he died with his face to the city He came to, but that was all pride For soon

Tomorrow's another day but today, they just might shoot you For your ride, fuck your pride, hah better be out your seat Quick and snappy with a happy face

in a night gown and his booty was bloody bound Mortified, of AIDS he died I seen a brother do a suicide because his mother died Lost all his pride, and

eat that, eat that Satan the original serpent on his last track Flat broke, dead on his back, crawlin' on his belly Lookin' for his celly, I can call

like barley If that shit happen I'll feed his whole army Talkin 'bout the angels and peeps in Somali Try to stay humble, and swallow my pride In God I

listen to the Father He stood alone to face the gale, so afraid to fail Afraid to listen to a brother Then suddenly like a memory The candle in his

's bent and he's broken Well, I've fallen, it's true but I say unto you Hold your tongues until after I've spoken I was takin' my pride in the pleasures