Epic battles were to come; forlorned He stood As the stars were falling one by one He raised His hands and cursed Eternal frost in soul to blame His children
, dumb and blind kid Sure plays a mean pinball He stands like a statue Becomes part of the machine Feeling all the bumpers Always playing clean Plays by intuition The digit counters fall
without a silver spoon in his mouth or a father by his side, the alluring street corner hustlers, "Stone Cold Statues", hold some appeal in his eye.
s back to these fuckin streets And I will grow cause I'm an old timer I bring the drama to any nigga, his babies or his fuckin mama I got a look like
love on his mind But what he'll never know A virtuous woman is hard to find (Stephen Marley) And dat's when she said She feels the pain And she'll never fall
, so it's back to these fuckin' streets And I will grow 'cause I'm an old timer I bring the drama to any nigga, his babies or his fuckin' mama I gotta
to another part and start more hatred Life is sacred The other side of that paw, you lie naked Clothes in the box, go 'head take it Flash back Jew status
ending I've gone through life pretending That time will change the ending Word to my son, he gon' remember you, rubbing on a statue In his lab, that
the seasons, Cluching at his gun, Stone cold blind, Awwwwwwwwww.......Pigeon Run And pigeons perch apon his shoulder, They spread his head with fertilzer, But no hair grows, Apon his
but there's only one Son, no co-star. chasing glory I shouldn't own, stead of living to make His name known I'm running after His throne. I thought
nigga died, how the fuck you figure Another victim, my brother was a drug deala I'm paranoid, lookin for the niggaz that did him in They say it was his homie coulda been his
that snuck their boys in, like a free for all buffee when my team cultivate's, a crowd of loose heads an boost heads they all fall this way, I used
forgetting about the pay But I'm changing my tune And I'm breaking away Breaking away Four rockers rollin' With a poet in the wings Waiting to blow his
his coming. Sweet Jesus have mercy on me. Sweet Jesus, they share his agony. Sweet Jesus, they share his misery. Fuck his loaded deity. * Over half
a haze of hazard, in the withering chill Baleful's the passion, when hearts stand still A flood of sentiments entwined - Rattle thru my falling soul
a haze of hazard, in the withering chill Baleful's the passion, when hearts stand still A flood of sentiments entwined Rattle thru my falling soul I