of unsaid things drowns out all the small talk yeah, ghost walk, till the dead grow tired of the night though you are alone you have never been the only
roar of unsaid things drowns out all the small talk yeah, ghost walk, till the dead grow tired of the night though you are alone you have never been the only
draped in blood, what a fate to have Such a pitiful end, I'm popping Ritalin like they Skittles 'Cause when I sleep, I can feel it again and again and again
locked up in the pen again But here they come, the faggots and cuffs, searchin' for guns Turnin' they ride on the side of the curb to see who runs They authorize
hoes, same ones appearin' at my shows It's niggas in this game tryin' na be like me You could see 'em in the club playin' V.I.P. Ain't nothin' wrong, all
like I'm driftin', driftin' from scene to scene I'm wondering what in the devil could it all possibly mean Insanity is smashin' up against my soul You
varied, From the day she began her -- beguine. There were three famous ones whom she married, And God knows how many between. Alma, tell us! All modern
too himself but instead he told Elan Better get that nigga Turk, so I got ta bust his brains If I let that nigga slide, he gonna try ta do it again
this closed chapter, comes to an end He was announced, pronounced dead, y'all, at twelve ten Now what my man is trying to tell y'all Is that across
suppression on the publics right to life. freedom of speach, yes, but for the biggoted minority. the ones who think they're paragons, dictators of authority
matter what those morons say Our nation's leaders are a feeble crew There's only twenty of them anyway What is twenty next to millions who Are looking to you? All
t matter what those morons say Our nation's leaders are a feeble crew There's only twenty of them anyway What is twenty next to millions who Are looking to you? All
up dust to the sound of the only people we can trust. [CHORUS: x2] Out of control and you've shivered my timbers, i'm all fucked up the moon's just a
living and breathing The newborn are nurtured in a world Of a dishonest master design A layout constructed only for the purpose Of dominance, authority
enemy, authority Police are all enemy Richeously, this life fo' me ain't as bad as it seems to be But still in all I love, all I love Take my ten fingers
this world can recognize my words I would never turn and try to hide my face And so I give it all as an author Even if myself is all I have to offer I
draped in blood what a faith to have Such a pitiful end I'm popping Ritalin like they skittles cause When I sleep I can feel it again and again and again
