it would end If they knew that it would end We're all gonna burn alive We're gonna burn alive We're gonna see the light The light is gonna take our lives
I'm almost sure that we can make it If you just hold on tight, I'll try not to let go And if you see the suns not rising We can drink the poison now and
They left him there alone To play all by himself He found some guns and cigarettes They kept up the on the shelf The gun is for the flame The smoke
The darkness and the light both look the same A bible in your left hand and a devil in your right You lead the sheep to wolves and you strip away their lives
did the innocence go Everyone is depressed and The whole damn world is a mess We're only happy when we're sad Ugly is a fad Why don't we all just die
C'mon and shine I remember singing Sionide And hearing only fancy lies From a music box that got that feeling right There's a wall and a man who lived
These are the weak These are the strong Some need some help to get along These are the ones that run and hide These are the ones that get denied Alright
One match, one Flame One can of gasoline Well, One man, one though No hope, I'm gonna kill ya This skull, this fist this bone I hit you with A rage thats
American economy kind of like American dreams We see with American eyes, we hear American lies For all the stars and stripes,for all the patriot lies
if you heard those sheep what does it mean This art is out of reach Selling lies and buying out streets Now you're choking just for you Money grows on trees We
This time I will not be forgotten You're the one thats left here so rotten This time I am making my way back home Step up now, don't look back Walk
niggaz don't die Mob niggaz ain't go' never die We in the lot, callin' shots, keeping dope fiends forever high Forever fire get lit wit' the trigger eye Twenty split
just how crunk this shit be once we get rich 'Til then it's back to hustlin' with my misfits Deep, on a creep, fifty songs tucked under the prone Fifty
for all y'all to all praise to the Gods The saga continues Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang Olympic torch flamin', we burn so sweet The thrill of victory, the agony, defeat We
And don't fuck with me and the kid, I've been a daddy all my life No 'dro, we gon' blow that alley all day, say what Act stupid, we gon' it crackin' here
praise to the Gods [Ol Dirty Bastard] Da saga continues Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang [U-God] Olympic torch flaming, we burn so sweet The thrill of victory, the agony of defeat We
just how crunk this shit be once we get rich Til then its back to hustlin with my misfits Deep, on a creep, fifty songs tucked under the prone.. Fifty
Stokes] Mob niggaz ain't go' never die We in the lot, callin shots, keeping Dope fiends forever high Forever fire get lit wit the trigger eye Twenty split
