for Salvation A lonely Journey in a Darkened Dream Time has come to spread my Wings Slow... Descending from a Silent sky Death comes to take me away And from
age I'm the beginning and the end! Oblivion takes my place The frame holds just another face of death! Priestress: And who will count the slaughtered lifes
God is real Mama still tries, to open his eyes 'cause the way a man lives is the way a man dies His father's doing twenty-five to life 'cause the
another day Even though he lives wrong Trying to live this way A gangsta prays for another day Even though he lives wrong Trying to live this way A gangsta prays for another
see the evening star appearing? Come to me, and rest against my shoulder How fast the minutes fly away and every minute colder. Hurry near, another day
I fix this if I haven't tried I want to send you roses before your death is staged When understanding violence, suspects know their fate I want another
your eyes To fill the world with vapid lies Your judging ways are sick to death Your ignorance and praying breath You profit from a confused land That toils and dies
did you care? Another token tantrum to cover up the fear. What did you know? What did you care? Another institution, another cross to bear. What did
runaway come back and fight another day runaway runaway come back and fight another day runaway runaway come back and fight another day runaway runaway come back and fight another
dominate but feel the pain from bullets my carnales take Out of state soldiers join us to form a conglomerate It's out of hate oppressed revolt from
over death If I could choose when a nigga die figure I,take a puff on tha blunt and let my trigga fly when everyday is another death with every breath
t the world! [Verse 2: FlipBoy] I've seen so many thing in my life that caught my eye the soldier who fights back, but in the end he dies, and when he dies
can forgive me for my sins? If so hold up, another homie died ? ? you think you can forgive me again? [i don't know] Some times I feel like death is
my dedication comes from within. It's evident that this is my passion. This is the end to everything that's ending. This is the death to everything that dies
or Their society aborts 1981 President Reagan and the pope face assassins' Bullets and escape with their lives. But in Cairo Sadat dies in a hail of automatic fire From
left the spools Then it is spinning, to have new life created With my own set of magic tools I am making another web, a tapestry of death A world full
the nice explosions. Oh, the king is dead. To absolve the joy from me is to erase what made me a slave. I'm a king to be. I traded my life for art and