a little too late to hope and pray for a miracle You're my America Hey rockstar You're my America Hey rockstar You're my America You're my America (
s a little too late to hope and pray for a miracle You're my America Hey rockstar You're my America Hey rockstar You're my America You're my America
me in a field of stone? If my needs were strong would you lay with me? Should my lips grow dry would you wet them dear In the midnight hour if my lips
so embarrassed as me, I say to these trees, where I walk with my head down. Across the morning, the beautiful air, I will be aware my Father is there
a stalker Probably got a Fanatic waiting upstairs in the attic With an automatic calling me up there My man Stan with a gat in his hand Staking my house
just keep shit simple Can a bitch don't want no beef with Slim No! Not even on my radar So won't you please jump off my dick, lay off and stay off And
Yo A message of a wreckage 50 shell hot track leaking out the Lexus Eyes hot, Cyclops, cyborg boulders Call shop of horrors, Lyric just smoking in my
my pocket gotta get a no limit So I became America's most wanted All I ever wanted was a fancy car A crib for my mom and a master card Baby you know
kinda left a void in me you can't keep runnin' in and out of my life said my mic aight pump your radio you could record as they place my welcome mat
diamond, the engine, of america, inchin Toward hysteria, pimpin, every fate [el-p] My friends are the faces you sit on, lickin a profit popsic' Where food is just a
story of the first Thanksgiving, once again by my drunk grandpa: Many years ago...Christopher Columbus and his pilgrim buddies come to America on a
Man I try to rap for the nigga, I try to get a nigga tracks He ain't hearin' my shit, man for real Man my four-year-old son can rap better than that
Peace Camp to women only is a sensible political ploy, But if it is a demonstration of sexual exclusivity it is a sham. Aren't we seeking to destroy
never learn I'll form a cruel intent, put anthrax through the vents From out a package I got in the mail that you just sent But I got a better punishment
directive wormhole of self-sacrifice Had a hatchet slice for camps For that God-awful Frankenstein Starving your style to someday be a story in my kids
a frightened man And a castle in the air is a safe harbor for a foolish few Just imagine living in a hut buried twelve feet below the snow With the
., stick to my routine My knuckle game impeccable, crack game incredible Lawyers for my niggaz who be sittin' in the Federal Nigga, I'm untouchable I keep my song in my soul Blessed my
you wanna pray to Him, here's some things I might say to Him Lord thank you for my wife, my father and mom And God thank You for my daughter and son
