check his chest density. It leaves much room for error, and the rest left to destiny. The West Memphis 3 lost paradise (www.wm3.org), It's death penalty vs. suicidal
shit can't be over man I know you hear me nigga I know you hear me You got too much livin to do Too much unfinished business It ain't over *flatline*
voices from the ward The humming of machines hurt But there are distances between Yes there are distances between His aspirations visited him nightly And amounted to so little Too much
when they took Jerusalem nigga And figured out what was buried under Soloman's temple Al Aksa the name is no coincidental I know too much to government
judge, check his chest density It leaves much room for error, and the rest left to destiny The West Memphis 3 lost paradise (www.wm3.org) It's death penalty vs. suicidal
chest density. It leaves much room for error, and the rest left to destiny. The West Memphis 3 lost paradise, It's death penalty vs. suicidal tendencies
change the steeds Take the lead, change the speed Slow it down just for the sport Nigga, ONE of my favorite rappers happens to be Too $hort [Too $hort
big bluff baby, my middle finger-cross. My nixed. My 86'ed. My late great loss. I pulled the plug on our suicide machine. I shot the moon as the suicide
Now, is this real? Much too real hell, planet hell much too real chemical weapons burning citizens body count rising chaos digital combat ruin and debris
a man with a number who cannot commit murder And a fallen idea soon becomes suicide Fallen by a decision made without reason We soon see that war is much too
will be there Prolong the pain How long will it last Suicide machine A request to die with dignity Is that too much to ask Suicide machine How easy
be there Prolong the pain How long will it last? Suicide machine A request to die with dignity Is that too much to ask? Suicide machine How easy it is
, Cracked up, stacked up, 22, psycho for sex and glue lost it to Bostik, yeah. Shaved heads, rave heads, on the pill, got too much time too kill get
again, Cracked up, stacked up, 22, psycho for sex and glue lost it to Bostik, yeah. Shaved heads, rave heads, on the pill, got too much time too kill