will be abolished Without judgment what would we do? We would be forced to look At ourselves emerged in lost time Assuming what may be, without judgment
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abolished [Chorus:] Without judgement what would we do? We would be forced to look At ourselves emerged in lost time Assuming what may be Without judgement
Chorus: Without judgment what would we do ? We would be forced to look At ourselves emerged in lost time Assuming what may be Without judgment Perception
taking ah loss and waking up in the coffin And without no stallin' cell I was tossed in to be arreigned at dawning Looking in the eyes of a judge, he
ain't gonna bring him back You give a gat to a black he don't know how to act But you gotta tell your story to the judge Not the imitation judge, the judge
ain't life fair?', You get closer to the bottom, see the end of your line, Your first time ever losin' this battle with time, But right before you meet your death
as is, but God, He want more Eyes closed, eyes open, great another day, here we go Like a nigga woke up late in The Truman Show Livin' life without
the broth of wall street suits Armani or maybe versace Monetary gain can't stop the white house frolics Judicial alcoholics Cover up versions of death
of death, that is part of our life in our neighborhood And give them a taste of the same And when we kill the governments children And the streets smell of death
of death That is part of our life in our neighborhood And give them a taste of the same And when we kill the governments' children And the streets smell of death
belching Four wheeled buggies from Detroit City, then pay attention I'm about to sing your song son Well, I'm not a man appointed judge To bear ill-will
tryin' to feed her food but's makin' me wanna stab her. With the steak knife I tried to feed her steak with Okay when you starve to death don't say shit
I wipe the tears from my eyes I find it hard continuing life without you walking this earth I guess we all gonna have to face death as an answer for birth
gods aim for their mark Made everything from toy guns that spark To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark It's easy to see without looking too
As human gods aim for their mark Make everything from toy guns that spark To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark Easy to see without looking
-- And humanity dies. . . Without hot winds or tower blocks crashing--no silver-lined mushroom clouds herald man's passing, From the Garden of Eden--into death
Harbinger of death and slaughter - (next time 'round you'll be the slain), Refuse the dying man your water - (thirst when you come back again). Don't
