were swinging that shit Then days went by, then days went by, then days went by Here I am Unsure since we was little niggas, son since we was 7 Armed
hook and some raw bleeding bait (1, 2, 3, 4) Well I am uncaught and still swimming alone in the lake (5, 6, 7, 8) Shimmering under a moon made in anger
in time I am here for joy, I am here for sorrow There is a reason and a rhyme It does not matter who's to blame Any judgment is blind Past the anger
plotonus Expected to strown trajectory of David's sling to Goliath Nor abundance of nouses accommodate my body weight Circle 1-9-7-5 with Instruments
cause it's my raza that I'm killing Looking at him dead in the face I shot him twice Now fuck that shit for sure will get 7-25 to life But fuck that shit
the wild life, niggas done lost they mind Its the wild life, everybody wanna floss and shine But could you blame them? Niggas is brought up with anger
purified Then she slammed the door and went back inside Sat on the couch with the TV Guide She looked at the clock, it was 7:09, then 7:30 He still hasn
the hell am I supposed to do You said don't slang dope, but dope makes my loot I really didnt have a fuckin' friend in the world See my grandma tryin' raise 5 boys and 7
be removed in the name of Jesus, Father. Every spirit, everything that is not of you we come against right now Father. Every spirit of addiction. Every spirit of anger
watched Every 2 weeks another court date, thinkin' I can win, that's no lie Kept on goin' on for some months, lookin' the judge right in the eyes Feelin' his anger
' in his shoes, a born killer (x2) Verse 1: [c-murder] No limit soldier for life, nigga give me my props I come a long fuckin' way from pullin jacks (? ) and slangin' rocks 7
/ Capo, my nigga what/ Nigga execution always my guns is crippin 'cause, P.B.D. posse/ I roll with Rasu, Nina Ross, and Skails, Rhythm and Ghetto, Rosiah, 7
all belief But this ain't no time to grief I don't take shit from peeps I ain't got no beef After I put you 7ft deep This anger needs to be released
about the number 4? ... I'll wait for it, 4! ... 5?! ... 6?! ... (Blue Guy is starting to quietly fume) ... Anybody have the 7? 7! ... No? How about
lives forever so sing (3) Sing a joyful song Sing a joy.......... (5) Selah My, songs and praises Will never no, no, no Turn to shouts of anger I'm
is pain I could hold your hand, but you must take your pain I don't need sacrifice, I don't need advice This hurt surrounds me like a dissonance Anger
, ran up a tab On 7th and Flower Best recital, I had to run Missed my son's graduation Punched the Nickle's boy For taking his seat He gets all that anger
Step up to this! witness anger from this raised up fist. the Hood is jacked up bad, and more pain will come to exist. well, Whose fault is it, and who
