These time sicken me, trapped in a world of two faces. These times sicken me. No matter where I've gone, no matter where I've looked. Nothing changes
i'm not alone. i close the door behind me to hide from every word that might hurt. fear was something i never handled well. so i tossed it to the side. along with
I can't help but hurt myself again and again. I will perfect the art of crash and burn. Downpour on my parade. Take all my dreams and hopes and make
Raised to fail in a small town. Taught to die young. Broken glass in empty streets. My skies filled with grey clouds. Sadness bleeds from lamposts. Lonliness
Yo, we at war We at war with terrorism, racism And most of all, we at war wit ourselves (Jesus walks) God show me the way because the Devil's trying to
with you, be with you Be with you I'd rather be with you, be with you I'd rather be with you I'd rather be with you, be with you Be with you
red bones and black ones Fuck did I expect with bucket seats in a lex And spendin' time in chuckie cheese with little des Got guns when I'm with my daughter
in the [unverified] Ghetto was bastards runnin' much faster than the average asses In the shadows out of the battlefield Nigga thought I told ya (Told ya) That the war
the shadows We rock the satellites Suburban nights, they get so hot People get angry, we sing our song we all sing A global terror they say, we are at war
i know that time waits for nobody, I suppose its true we make corrosive tunes with acid tabs and vocal booths to see the flashing lights at photo shoots
wise how we ever gonna get so clever How can I be at my best with this pressure I got a lot to loose but when I watch the news my mind's infected with
get when you fight with a heart of steel fightin a war you can't win the only things that stay are you're sins but you fight with a heart of steel
Milli Automatic War is war, a battles' a battle, the gat'll be your friend It'll be your end, it'll be your shadow (Barron Ricks) Now y'all shadowboxinists
the door [W.C.] Racket, racket, comin' out of the back end Dead at you, he throwin' the hot lead at you Swang affiliate, X.O. sip, a gold getter With
men walkin with hits on the grills Late night at the spot, posted with goons, dope and balloons Coke and the doom, scheme; I'll leave you open with wounds
newspaper is because they all have?ugly prints Bring it ON! Bring it ON! Bring it on cuz therez gon be shit tonight! [DJ Shadow] At the starting of the week At
for me bitch, I'ma be in these streets It ain't no hiding from the shadow of death, it's do or die Go to war with a killa, and I'ma show you how to
up at the station Through customs through immigration The sign reads welcome to your nation We come to bring the celibration. [Prevail] The war on paper
