be my freedom This ain't no physical war, it's all mental Livin' in a final era of the very last pages of the Holy Bible It's almost time to go as Judgment
, which art in Heaven, hollow would be Thy holy name Down, gotta lay me down, down, down to sleep (Down, gotta lay me down) I pray to the Lord that a holy
then we gather down in Salt Lake City To raise our voices in a joyful song Heavenly Father, Holy Mother Heavenly Father, Holy Mother Heavenly Father, Holy Mother Heavenly Father, Holy Mother
hot shit pop shellz, fall three feet, roll over and stop We warn niggaz that we coming then we hold up the block scorn niggaz like their mothers then
why You're accustomed to sorrow It's part of your make-up You speak the language of hunger So do I, where was your God? Where was your mother? Where
paint, throwin' elbows My first fight was me against five boroughs I lost my first witch but remembered every detail of my first kiss That's that Bronx Tale bliss, the holiest of holies
-computer virus with flesh eating potential (I'm convinced) future mc's are sending robots back in time As we speak to kill my mother before I'm born,
mother I said, "I'm crazy, Ma, help me" She said, "I know how it feels, son 'Cause it runs in the family" Oh, can you see the real me, mother? Can you
Some live off the land Some grow tired of the old gas lamp And some turn to strangers along the way Some holy tramp on a desert plain Some pour a drink
the scene is nature's love. Dancing along are the thralls, the sacrifice to Mother Earth, this sunny day, dancing along towards a holy lake. Hail to Mother
defend the honour of Mother Earth. The priceless lives of yours breathless be buried under withered leaves. This is our path, our holy ground. We defend
yet not even a thought, already hiding the mask of a hallow grave. Stalking... There is no body, no flesh. No shell to comprehend, no shell to live again
This song goes out to my mother The one I love and the one I lost When it comes down to her Thinkin' about what my mother's done for me The love she's
' in the darkness of what it is to live It's beautiful here I breathin' in life, I breathin' in blood I breathin' in lonely [Incomprehensible] of life and holy
dopest poetry rhyme just like Kaleel Jebron, I bring the dawn to decepticons It's that of the dreaded fist with Misfit and Red 1 I used to read the psalms and uhh, holy
profession Drug connections, drug addictions Still seein' the judge for drug possession The four-D's, all these is more reas' To either get big or leave and let live
deranged, the world is acting crazed I never thought I'd make it, it was hectic when I scrambled on point like a knife I'm living life as a gamble living
the mother of my father and the sister of my husband And he is my offspring Selfish bitch, mother paranoia Cannot live without your poisonous milk Cannot live