I Am The Son My Refugee Soul Has Escaped Of Final Wishes I Ask None But One Now That I Am Gone Lay Thorns On My Grave"
spoken Open up my eyes, so there's no limit in them skies 'When Ready To Die' was a sick part of my life Palmin' that forty-five, plottin' to pop my
' colleges I spit empty grave sites, rap stars fill 'em up You what? Thirty, forty years old and still wack as fuck Me? I ain't even in my prime When
no slave If the sea's my grave I sleep with my city, my people, my oath, my shame, my city Is that I cannot save my city from the waves that claim you
Open up my eyes there's no limit in them skies When Ready 2 Die was a sick part of my life Pummin that .45, plotting to pop my mind Then that crooked
sea, from factory to sky From rivet to rifle, from boot camp to battle cry I wore the mask up high on a daylight run That held my face in its clammy
Die hard Satan, father, help me from this grave Demons, warriors, ever be my slaves I can't reason with men and mortal fools They will die hard, hear
Through the thorns From the hill to the grave Was a voice in the distance the lamb that was slain My soul had no song and my debt I couldn't pay
man I'll return to me my homeland No grave shall hold my body down This land is still my home, this land is still my home (Meanwhile, on the other side
Alone with my mind I live for This evening of my thoughts and my feelings Alone in this night I live for The lights of candles and flowers on your stone
the ground... What does my grief mean to them? What (that) united pain in my heart? It's just beginning of my death This is just my awful born! My soul
new born child I cry out with pain The thorns of my crown carve my wounds so deeply And I dance on your grave, But they shall old no barriers between
my favorite picture but now it's empty, now it's broken and that's how you left my chest hallowed out by your hands where you dug a grave and laid
an eternal life Defeated by the memories that haunted my sadistic mind Follow me into my darkest desires and follow me into my grave Follow me to my
walking [Incomprehensible] talking [Incomprehensible] Gun-filing code And the teeth start scraping The grave [Incomprehensible] doves And nobody laughing Live that life Rolling in the backroom Thorn stuck in my
a long time now I called on my god but he was sleeping on that day I guess I'll have to depend on me. Shall I tell my children if they ask of me Did
is my broken offering. The snaking headlamps on the black epitaph reads "Once you're gone, you don't ever come back". The pouring rain is filling in the graves
Chasing my own death through life A future trapped in yesterday When everything was fresh and bright Then innocence found its grave Empty mirror, soul