that things go in cycles The way that Bobby Brown is just ampin' like Michael It's all expected, things are for the lookin' If you got the money, Quest is for
what I'm telling you Hope and pray for the best 'cause I believe in you Not like the stereotypes cleanliness intriguing you Give thanks and praise for my life and for
born into hate the cycle grown Some will not escape Sniffing glue reveals his brother's queer Little kids with vulgar mouths attack the rabbit Rob nothing
Christ As if he knows the reasons why He did it all for you Did it all for you He did it all for you 5: Orestes Metaphor for a missing moment Pull me
wildfire, fallin' like rain Though they may promise, they only bring pain Blood in the sand, cry in the street Now the cycle is nearly complete Ten thousand years, nothing
Love left behind I feel nothingness Anger inflates Indignation fills my every thought Feel I can't cope This house of glass I am trapped inside Begging for
's all for nothing Its all for nothing We try to resist, But I gave everything And its all for nothing So the panic sets and cycles His mind for restless
tighter rhyme, till I climb Bring in the chime, in your mind, you fall behind Picking up your rhyming skill, I am fulfilled, when I kill at will Still number one for
and throbbing pain Lodged there like a bullet in your brain Laura: You're on a cycle that never ceases You get dumped and you fall to pieces You were hoping for
Eternal suffering. Everlasting oblivion of tears falling into the dust. I want to die. But the three mothers don't grip my hand they want the cycle to
of your own cycle And be on the lookout for those spirits tonight trying to steal your light You know what I'm sayin', look what's inside yourself for
came here for the beer That's the thing, oh yea The vicar, he simply reeked of gin, oh God On my way home I happened to fall off my bicycle, good party
me Yesterday's accomplishments, replaced by tomorrow's burdens A never ending cycle begins, so diseased and looking for a means to an end I found nothings
sing sing sing sitting on top of the world [Verse 1: T.I.] Man I remember before I say that wait let me issue this statement No way should reflection be mistaking for
got to get going No time for sitting down Some people not knowing life is a cycle You got to know how to get
chose and gave myself to all for nothing? I'm still here and wouldn't change a thing. I always fuck up the best things. Empty pockets, no future for
now handling time Is coping with this life cycle and the mandatory grind My sanity's fine, just falling short of stamina I'm Searching for some food for
fall from pure selfworth isn't that what we were contacted for restless sleepless wandering we'll abuse our senses till they scream bloodletting for