end it ?Cuz I think I?m on a higher level when I go But the music I be doing it, be losing it I'mma make it really tough for me to grow All I wanted
for poorer For better or for worse, 'til death do you part? I do Do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife In sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer For
can live it I pray for justice when we go to court Wish it was all good so the country wouldn?t have to go to war Why can?t we kick it and just get '
it's the white man I should fear But, it's my own kind doin' all the killin' here I can't lie, ain't no love for the other side Jealousy inside, make
trees. Not out of need but greed and false prestige. But it's all YOURS ! What can we own? Not family, property,.... it's all on loan
All that we can do is just survive All that we can do to help ourselves is stay alive All that we can do is just survive All that we can do to help ourselves
way that daddy raised me Oh God, help me I'm losin' it So fuck it, take me I'm doin' it I need to change and look for a better way I got a hundred round
soul Broken like a bone in a vice, heart like coal, yeah Dry your eyes, it was time for me to leave Don't cry, it was just my time and all you did was help
can't hear ya, louder i got em like, they screaming like, turn it up oh yeah you hear the crowd, they want it now, i puts it down oh yeah oh-oo-oh yeah
like that means something. And oh so sick I am. And maybe I don't have a choice, and maybe that is all I have, and maybe this is a cry for help. I do
call on line 2 But I ain't through See I'm sick and tired of all these church folk talking About stuff ain't as bad as it seems See, y'all don't feel
got some vibrators in my closet and I don't know if no one knows it So before they throw me inside my coffin and close it I'ma expose it; I'll take you
to believe I was sick when I wasn't Till I grew up, now I blew up, it makes you sick to ya stomach Doesn't it? Wasn't it the reason you made that CD
for flying Twisted, living off of each other's sickness like parasites This is paradise We've rediscovered the long-lost art of dying Only to lonely resent angels for
you can help you, and you know this That's the craziest part of it all In your rational mind, you only know two things for sure One is that your totally
cry for help When no one else is there I betcha you touch yourself Does it feel good? Late night calls I betcha you do it all Anything to get it off