Save your soul...Save your soul... All of your life you have tried to make me miserable. Save your soul...Save your soul... Save your soul...Save your
soul is not so vibrant The reckoning, the sickening Back at you, subversion, pseudo-sacred, pyscho virgin Go tell your classes, go dig you graves Then fill your mouth with
are my art, you are my flow my fans made it for everyone to see Forever accepting N9nes soul [Verse 2] In Kansas City A lot of fans is with me started doing shows with
But you can change a stranger's life By letting yours begin And on and on it goes Chance is everywhere Like the train you took The rain that fell on
right here rain sleet hail snow but until then I'be posted up right here with my heat get dough [2nd VERSE from "Lose Yourself" : EMINEM] The soul's
rain at some sidewalk cafe Half of her wet cigarette in the ash tray Just trying to find a lost soul to save And I'm a lost soul trying to find a road
to go about Making your amends to the dead To the dead With your halo slipping down Your halo slipping Your halo slipping down Your halo slipping down Your
your time to die left you in a coma fucking off with busters in these streets got you causing drama marijuana feels my congregation your affiliation with
/ called on to bring sun or rain. Occasional corn from my oversight grew. Fell with mine angels from a far better place, offering services for The saving
froze in your sand shoal Prayed for your poor soul Sky was a bread roll, soaking in a milk-bowl And when the bread broke, fell in bricks of wet smoke
I remember yesterday The rain fell to the earth For I dream of your arrival And color my dark world with faith Knowing you would be the strong one To
to have love for your country We marched away. We lowered our lives for the lines of a border We danced with the mothers, played with the daughters We
to boiling Burning within, seen from without And your gut was a serpent, coiling And, for the sake of that pit of snakes For whom did you allay your shyness And spend all your
, The soul is not so vibrant The reckoning, the sickening Packaging subversion Pseudo-sacrosanct perversion Go drill your deserts, Go dig your graves Then fill your mouth With
the rain on some sidewalk gaffing Half of her wet cigarette in the ash tray Trying to find a lost soul to save And I'm a lost soul trying to find a road
