If you live in the eternal now you're a ball in hand Never believed in luck a benefactor of the damned Lost your rhythm and your stealing' fire breather bringing smoke Whose got the church key more of that Claymore dope?
You wouldn't go decafe you said Jesus was a laugh Now whose is that in the body? In the neighborhood you thought about repenting But you' rather take from them be the one whose given
You better know the house rules to finish in this life Cause you'll learn the difference if you Dog the Nine "I can not seem to say what I want to relate, but by His power I will say The picture of what he wants to portrait wants me by Hid Spirit to associate
The warehouse getting smaller skitzing played yourself Versace on your back sideways and ill You were left behind you weren't watching' you were sleeping Now your mother's squatted down alone and she's weeping.
You might not think its phat to apply the cross The blood of Christ was shed to save your soul It's all about the sin that you're compiling Cast salt into your violence stop freestyling You got the right to remain silent or freedom to speak your peace Straight up with the truth I give you liberty Why you wanna live out of bounds with a riot in your veins Hoodlum can't find no peace only trauma in the grave
You need a designated driver for your hostility Spiritual habitation for your responsibility Effectual fervent prayer touches the throne of God Your self inflicted mass suicide die with the mob ...In nineball [the game of billards], to have a simple shot on the nine, but to miss it due to the pressure. Can apply to missing any shot, as in "Joe dogged it".Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
