with you whose face is mine Dead souls invite us for guests On their faces there is blood and rest Closed in a circle like blood in vein I can't runaway
At midnight when owl hoot And moon is full, and moon is full Draw nearing time I screech frightened My friends runaway, runaway from my home IA'm shakinA
the past after. Ache is inside me, it burns for her edges, It lingers, I long for her lips and her fingers, Her voice on my skin, the hush of her lullaby My blood
yesterday Useless me useless me like a runaway Say you fight me everyday All your might just burns away All your hate becomes a tool Blame yourself for
for the luxury of a so called real and poor church Somewhere they lost the meaning twisted it never seeing there's no justification for this runaway
hope, it's not too late to catch your train for life Injustice, materiality, Are not enough for my blood pollution, You always hear them say: "Elevate
He's got nothing to lose, just win He's just a runaway He's free now and on his way He's almost home Just one push and He'll take this wall It's blood
'll pay for what you have done This rat will make you bleed, you'll see! I guarantee, I'll make you suffer For this disturbance of the peace For this
grocer The customer sees what he gets in advance It's not for the whore to say `yes sir' or `no sir' It's not for the harlot to pick and to choose Or
have to fight to be free FIGHT ON! A history of blood, now dragged through the mud For trying to claim your own identity For years you had fought the
for my niggas doin' life in hell One time for my niggas on Death Row For my niggas on Death Row One time for my niggas livin' broke One time for my
When I'm out in L.A., boy it's wraps and swishes Now Blood walk to this, now Crip walk to this Now throw it up, raise it up for that gangsta shit Now Blood
(Talking) {Bootleg}I got some bad news for you Tony. {Tony}Whut choo got? {Bootleg}We lost the whole shipment. {Tony}Whut you mean? {Bootleg}We lost the
ghost suck that theology I king for a day of peasant for a pleasant life blood on the easel and my eagle eyelids spots runaway pirates look I despise
doin it I blow minds and cut realms/ "Playalitical" the speilberg of smut film/ here to tag half the atlas/ fill up my tap list/ hoodrats at my address for
the chase Drifting off the pace, filling all space and times up For the meanwhile pressure piles down Terror reigns Runaway, loose, gonna run over you
got, to find a murderer with a double-edge pump and a church killer don't worship and the cops got bored Fillin for baby boy, showin up for the unsolved
It's just the radio darling, just the radio Just the radio and your runaway imagination Just the radio darling, just the radio Just the radio, we could