It's May 04, 2024, 09:58:30 AM
[verse 1: Deacon]Put her out in the cold, didn't want her close to he'Cause his granddaughters diffrent than she suppose to beDiluted her genes, its stopped the music it seemedThat they'd only seen polluted stream, and that wasn't cleanSaid he could almost no longer stand the breathFrom this pure horror, more worse than AmittyvilleSo what's next? Don't answer me yield. (yup)This is a normal occurance, not something randomly realAin't even allowed visits ove a child's pigmentHis in-crowd ignant, a situation "wow!" isn't it?Hard times, baby daddy grinds to supportHis mother and a few other friends privately in her fortFor short stays, ya know? but more aid was neededBaby is like a year and a half now and speakingMore than I can say about that man with his childThey can't even come face to face and share smilesRaining pure pain on her life by staying distantLike she spawned a fucking anti-christ or a satan infantBlatent mentions about family blood won't leaveLove's her deeply, but evil sends it's opposite feed"old fashioned"Too ever set in his ways to ever relateIf he could just set it aside, there'd be heaven to payThen, weathered and aged time swept him to graveLove conquers all? shit. I'd say that areas grey[Hook]Old fashioned people they never know why (2X)Old fashioned[Bridge: Deacon]Most don't even know why they believe what they believe, manNever taking a second to look at lifeBad water in our seeds, y'all, still growing weeds, dawgIn the dark, walls blocking all that lightMost don't even know why they believe what they believe, manNever taking a second to look at lifeBad water in our seeds, y'all, still growing weeds, dawgIn the dark[Verse 2: Immortal Technique]Looking at life in retrospect it's hard to regretStuck in your ways cause hatred is hard to forgetNiggaz talk all religious trying to barter with deathParts of the flesh wrinkle up while you start to reflectAnd even though nobodies life is ever perfectYou start to wonder if all the pain was really worth isPondering the purpose of living, the curse that was givenDreaming about freedom and escaping the prisonPeople who pimp children are really raping religionThe matrix is fiction placed in a visionBut now the technology follows me solemnlyBuilding the future laws to my philosophyAlzheimers cutting through like a lobotomyNot even the golden arthritis of king MidasCould buy comfort and peace for the righteousI survived disease and political crisisBy backstabbing gnomes that are now lifelessAnd now i live vicariously through my kidsLike people who love the sport, but can't play for shitFighting glaucoma, front the cops taking a hitI slip into a coma, roaming over the planetLeaving the gold and the granite, the old and the famishedBut just before I vanish as I think I'm at the endThe sun becomes the light of my birth and I live again[Hook]
A Piece Of Strange was such a nice album.
Quote from: Knuckles on April 17, 2010, 01:42:25 PMA Piece Of Strange was such a nice album. co sign