gave up hope tonight We gave up hope Just try to find your frustration It'a all a fucked up direction We can't buy dedication We try to give up hope
And cock the Glock, it'll make you want it Come get it, and while you're rapping on your song Just remember no pretenders, bitch, you hoes ain't Bone I hope
I didn't know it then I soon was finding out You are the roots that sleep beneath my feet And hold the earth in place, each time a faucet opens Words
I didn't know it then I soon was finding out you are the roots that sleep beneath my feet and hold the earth in place each time a faucet opens words
we make it out Yea, I'm like a thorn on a rosebush Hard and prickly and discarded usually Unseen, the world shittin' on my hopes and dreams Hope and
worlds Two worlds, two worlds No words describe a mothers tears No words can heal a broken heart A dream is gone but where there's hope Put your faith
as sorrow claims a soul There's little hope and endless pain leaving me broken and weak Deathlike in trance I'm quickly fading oh God you've forsaken me These
I expected, they were words of quiet rejection! Instead of praise, sullen dismissal. I watched in shock and horror as Father Brown ground my precious instrument to splinters beneath
Island niggas That remember when I came through The big O B C C H D M 2 C 74 Little Nasi and the crew, y'all niggas come home Word up, the new album
't hurt me anymore And I?m fighting to believe that there is hope for me Somewhere beneath the very least of these Beneath the least of these, oh Beneath the least of these
Felt a tremor stir beneath my breath That forecasts storms on the Gallup poll Woke up from the nightmare news And hoping to read a sign in the morning
(Lost in corporeal inanity) The user of my face beneath its guise I rot a paradox in terms (I am now what I'm not) Interconnected, fused my words are
you make of it Number two in the world at the top of the summit, I loved it Shoulda packed a parachute for the plummet Now I'm opening these clips crawlin
fear, Somewhere in the moment we all share. It's a nagging wave of urgency, You and I have to change these things Or the ground will break beneath
God's word. Each crash of steel is God's word. Each torn limb and splash of blood is God's word. For he so loved the world he gave our only begotten
the world's run dry, I beat the air, for those who hear, And through the night my call goes out unheard, I cry for company and get no word, The silent
I am the ghost Of haunting hope A trailing phantom Some withering wisp of smoke Slipping by And these are my words Flung through the sky Trailing red
