Woorden:
Taken Beauty In Dead Flowers

Jetsabel, look at this hell that I have made. If you want maybe drop by sometime Put some flowers on my grave so I'll look beautiful in my silent sepulchur

hotline, and pay $29.99? shit, Well damn, Why aint you say so, Take this check and ass, Gotta multiply all my pesos And eraise my number out the phones of these fake hoes, Ill take

niggaz lay dead in front of their projects Reminding d's of a classic mob hit Bitches gossip, about they men being targets, or suspects Niggaz in the lab taking

life to the street from the mouth Those ruby red lips have much to give Pull life from the land with your capable hands Those life loving, beautiful,

that wine she gurgle Got her actin? terrible And that ass is durable Had her bent over in the Bentley convertible The girl was beautiful, my flow was

out of joint The black sun has risen And the river of words Is flowing on through The cages of tradition And they're handing out emptiness Well, take

So strange yet we're so well acquainted I let the music speak, with no restraints I let my feelings take over Carry my soul away into the world Where beauty

sick I want you now and I don't t care why You crazy beautiful butterfly And it could take all night to get a single thing right It could take all day

smell of life filled the air And the sun gave constant energy To my once dead spirit The magnificence of this paradise Told a wonderful tale about a creation Taking