of the fittest But then the pictures reach his brain He's breathing quicker as he keeps one bullet for himself When he was running through red rivers of blood
fell Thank God that God made me to keep it real Blood is thicker than water, at least they say it is Till the Fed's step in that's just the way it is Blood
face the sky and hope to God aint acting unfamiliar you play whatever cards he deal no matter how peculiar they tell me that its God's will, I'm asking God
I'm running through the dark Cold is blood of power Cold is in my heart Heaven's waiting for me Not ready to die Cross the line before fear highs Gods
'm in a fast car, drivin' in a fast lane In the rain and I'm might just hydroplane I don't fear none of my enemies And I don't fear bullets from oozies
you stepping with, Skandalous fucking dangerous Bitches brains I bust, feel the lust in God we trust Nigga I'm at your door, don't pray to God cause
planted years ago Before the birth of my man, from darknesses hand. Just pure evil they infected their souls. They tainted Amardon, also Delinom. Evil blood is running through
up into the sky Saw the moon turn to blood, looked at my little brother Said, "You high as hell man" Apocalypse, one, two the headlines youths just rolled through
I've been living so fast Turned away from You, away from my past I've been feeding on my fears Keep me away from here I've been running so fast Away
it's a race, and I got a bad heart Breath in the mouth, and I got a head start I'm running for nothing, I'm running for nothing (x8) So I'm gonna kill
through your own eyes Now that the echo of the bang Is still running through your head Slicing through your brain And taking all your dreams away With fear
then watch your blood spill I don't like how it feels, check it Do you know how it feels? To be stabbed in the back then watch your blood spill Break
'm in a fast car drivin' in a fast lane In the rain and I'm might just hydroplaine I don't fear none of my enemies And I don't fear bullets from Uzis
make it Mama, I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it Dear mama, pray for your son Hoping I can make it through this game Wishing I can change, I've been through
t equal to the eagerness and hunger to expand Move past, the berry is set, the previous sets carry me through the meaninglessness Here I am with the word extracting nerves Running
bayonet is God's word. Each crash of steel is God's word. Each torn limb and splash of blood is God's word. For he so loved the world he gave our only
