what are weapons for? Why do you hide your face, Sir Knight? Within the face of iron? The more you shield your eyes from light The more you'll make
crime Who's skin blacker than mine? Black spades, givin' lames black eyes Black foot indian drive, black berries Black Pelle Pelle's, black Israeli go to war
know is right, what I know makes sense That's when you must fight harder than you've ever fought before 'Cause what you've got goin' on inside you is a war
with an angel And in your eyes I see the light Of a million candles burning bright And in your eyes I see the light Of a million candles burning bright
, Has made things different than they once were. Always came with a warning before, But now you feel like you're losing the war, How can I make you
, blood red sky Underneath the war machine Fight for what's right don't ask why Just make the sacrifice Please, make the sacrifice Desensitized but my eyes
make a difference makes it worse It's just an observation I can't ignore That people should smile more And people should smile more But the lights are so bright
for the few chosen, who got they third minds open Write a page that'll engage war and encite fights Be on the look for the bright lights and north winds
going on Trapped But mapped in a location in between regions In which hemispheres make the decision Leaving the stasis just available Not noticing that my eyes
we sit up in outerspace and throw bombs down you all hype up in our face nigga calm down you dont really want beef, planet war child your whole squad
dick out your intake You toilets in a gay bar, never gettin your shit straight They'll never find diamonds, as bright as my eyes When I find where my
bright lights Make way for the right way Better days, better days You didn't realize about the other life That we can give you We'll open up your eyes
needed Atleast that's what god's contract between us stated After 25 years of my experience of her lack of maternal instincts I found I've defeated all odds to make
Benzes with the cat eyes (Eyes) Flat screens in my crib with the flat I's (I's) Sunshine, in the middle of the night Sunshine, with baguettes so bright
Kopfschuss - das war kein Selbstmord, das war Mord Kopfschuss - ihr habt gelogen seit dem ersten Wort Kopfschuss - das war ein mieser, feiger Mord Kopfschuss
gonna chase you out of earth Lucifer, Lucifer son of da mornin' So you niggas change your attitude For they askin' what happened to you, yes This is Holy war
forsaken son To the sound of our young hearts Beating so brave and proud So we live in the end Screaming out our souls against The sky WAR! War -
carnage at Camulodunum... The glorious clash of Celtic sword against Roman gladius, The pride in the eyes of our war-queen As we hacked down the Imperial