and serenity A purple vain over my sins, but I pay mine and I`ll pay yours Before my ending that frees you from me-remorse is Remorse is my heaven and fate is
forgiveness and serenity A purple vain over my sins, but I pay mine and I`ll pay yours Before my ending that frees you from me-remorse is Remorse is my heaven and fate is
hot hollow points at each and all of you (Come on) A heartless bastard, high and plastered My style is like the reaction from too much acid, never come
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
bottles and hot hollow-points at each and all of you A heartless bastard, high and plastered My style is like the reaction from too much acid Never come
gotta wear more hats. new is my beginning and used is my life, few are my winnings, abused is my wife. I chained chances together while hippies do acid
, then wrapped in plastic Ask the hood, this the platinum classic Now quit the yackin bitch and pass the acid, c'mon [Chorus: King Gordy] What they want right now is
' through the doorways of heaven or is this hell? The time is now, right now This is the hour, this is the new dawn This is the new day As I step into
bottles and hot hollow-points at each and all of you (come on!) A heartless bastard, high and plastered My style is like the reaction from too much acid - never come
bottles and hot hollow-points at each and all of you (Come on!) A heartless bastard, high and plastered My style is like the reaction from too much acid - never come
is my lead don't call me arabi till the death of me, i'll be screaming out loud blood running though ma mouth you see when you see something scary coming
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
the doorways of Heaven - or is this Hell? (The time is now.. right now.) (This is the hour, this is the new dawn! This is the new day.) [Prince Poetry
