confidence and ease And there's no call to sell your soul Or confess, or drop down to your knees Who, what or where, made you change your mind? Doesn
art imitate my life you WorldStarHipHop fame based off imitation white eliminate the fools ghouling imitation ice my music for your soul, inspiration for your life every dime made
self conscious of my hand gestures before they call me a Mason or say that I'm working with satan but even a blind man could see, I would never sell my soul
self conscious of my hand gestures before they call me a Mason or say that I?m working with satan but even a blind man could see, I would never sell my soul
and my absent God And I have no faith but it is all I want To be loved and believe in my soul In my soul, in my soul, in my soul
I feed at least a thousand stomachs and how I've done it is From the ground up a hundred miles and running, dodging and ducking Everybody trying to hammer me down A self made
one long day But I'm alive and I'm feelin' all right Well I run that hard road outta hearbreak city Built a roadside carnival out of hurt and self-
His mama cried "My beautiful boy is dead" In the hills the self-made men just sighed and shook their heads This is a prayer for the souls of the
I was a lonely no one Living in a vacuum as life's debris Victimized as one whose self deprivation Had made for my outer insecurity I was, "He ain't
used and abused, Huh! Minds are poisoned and souls are polluted Superiority complex is deep rooted Leeches and lice's, and people got prices Egomaniacs control the self
at ya' boy Get up, I get down, get up, I get down Get up, I get down, get up I get down for my grandfather, who took my momma Made her sit in that
This album is a classic Cuz legend has it The veteran of letters is drastic (Ain't nothing left here but time) An energetic performance And the chorus fantastic [Mad Child] Stomp on the soul
I'll just procrastinate until the day I bump into my soul mate Who would've thought I would be pissy ass drunk When time came for collision So I made
order, man you lost it My name ain't JakeMalik's no Flake that's Frosted.' Tryin to cause a scene Sabrina's rest is self-redeemed She thought she was cute, but never made
The guys from Maybach Music Group just released another track off the "Self Made" album set to hit the stores on May 23rd 2011, even if every member is
motherfuckers Steer clear of these Aryan motherfuckers Cause once they got you locked up They got you trapped, you're better off gettin shot up I'm convinced self
Laying in my bed, I think of many horror tales Yet I barely move, my bed is made of nails I try to roll, my skin slowly tears away My flesh is stuck to
while burnin insence Drop to my knees Ask for guidance while on the offense The dead presidents The obligations to my soul Leavin to stratigics Its all mind control Self