hairline cracks In sanity, best watch your back Possessed with levering Hell's gates wide Liberating knives to cut humanity slack My ambition is to slay Anon A sinner
it's heaven Oh, sweet Mary Dressed in grief Roll back the stone With these words scrawled in a severed hand Tears fall like shards of glass that band In rivers, like sinners
l - kiske) Give me two strong arms to fight my enemies Give me two strong eyes to see the truth Give me two strong legs I think I have to run And fill my
me two strong arms to fight my enemies, Give me two strong eyes to see the truth. Give me two strong legs I think I have to run, And fill my heart with
sinner's pride And it filled her face with tears And every Monday morning she spreads her arms across the table She spreads a mess of living at my feet
as hell do that mean god gone make my people stupid as hell do that mean god gone make my kids be stupid as well well, our father please forgive me i'm sinner
arms Any emcee that disagree with me, wave your arms Any emcee that disagree with me, wave your arms Any emcee that disagree with me, wave your arms
switch blade in my hands, hung the Devil on my back Yeah, I'd lie steal and cheat, babe, to get the fill I need And if you stand in my way I'll cut you
into the future, watched him turn his back upon you Lovin' him so much you couldn't take the chance It took a lot of love to die, for sinners such as
there ain't no stepping on My forty five is my weapon My culture's a holstered with seven inch slugs is kept in Squarely I step in, tilting my clips and
God Gone Make My People Stupid As Hell Do That Mean God Gone Make My Kids Be Stupid As Well Well, Our Father Please Forgive Me I'm Sinner Slash Winner
the hairline cracks In sanity, best watch your back Possessed with levering Hell's gates wide Liberating knives to cut Humanity slack My ambition is to slay anon A sinner
it's heaven Oh sweet May, Dressed in grief Roll back the stone With these words scrawled in a severed hand Tears fall like shards of glass that band In rivers, like sinners
with explosives on my back. I couldn't do it for myself (for myself). My conscience told me to let go. It's only best for me. View my actions as a sinner
both these hands I wear a lot of hats I?m a walk in the park to an irish setter A stamp of approval writing mama a letter Weekend coach from my quarterback chair My
sinner believe And the words that He spoke they went right to my soul And brought me right down to my knees She said, I knew you?d come back My heart
feeling down inside And all I'm feeling is this feeling That I've finally got it right When I wake up tomorrow I'm gonna wrap my arms around you And thank my
and the wolf creepin' around they're gonna get what is yours So I went back back back to the river banks to dip my head and say my thanks all the sinners