even now swiftly arriving Don't trust anyone at all Not your best friend or even your wife For the son hates the father The daughter despises even her mother
Faceless nameless what're you thinking of Your head hanging low in the city of angels like a moth in box Walking barefoot, you lost Like a living deadman
you dark-skinned And you was raised in a project apartment Public Aid made it that your father couldn't stay He had to part then, left with only a mother The family structure suffers
contended For the honour of your wife. His action were not proper, But should not cost him his life. His service past should earn of you some mercy."
d'etre nee putain Non, chatiee d'etre nee trop tard Une seule nuit ne suffit plus A nous separer du paradis perdu Mother of suffering Hater of mercy, divine whore Mother
, only one (bizzy bizzy) Mercy Mary, there she, very weary, really wish u would tell me all of my plan n momma she loves me, Mercy Mary, Mercy Mary, Mercy
Im trying to write but theres a part of me that keeps dyin at night when I think about her mother I become another number that wants you to suffer youre
the animals They won't feel a thing You're all pigs in shit You should just Call your mothers out They'd be so proud of you As you celebrate Human suffering
of wood and wire And my body is on fire And God is never far away. Into the mercy seat I climb My head is shaved, my head is wired And like a moth that
type of mental state you couldn't comprehend Unusually stupid of you for you to think I'm your friend I usually do what I do and suffer no consequence I offer no mercy
..anywhere..somewhere..home... Come on, this how it goes on.. Ghetto people in the world today, get up! Ha! Look alive, breathe..wooh! Ha! How it goes... [Mos Def Rapping] Mother, mother
thing. Mother of Mercy. Angel of death, desire. Mother of Mercy taking my last breath of fire. Mother of Mercy. Angel of pain. Mother of Mercy taking
Emotions inside us troubling, The hatred inside us escalating, The sickness inside us keeps us weak, The masses inside of us suffering they are bleeding
Allen holy Solomon holy Lucien holy Kerouac holy Huncke holy Burroughs holy Cassady holy the unknown buggered and suffering beggars holy the hideous human angels! Holy my mother
Mercy, people are suffering All over the world Spanish children are taught on their knees to believe Angel of Mercy, people are suffering All over the island tonight, Mothers
you can't differ the truth from lies carrie white you stand alone in the world of pain your suffering is your mother's gain the bloody child of a bloody