ships sink And you know it's love soon as you fall in it 'cause shit stinks And it seems like every time I fuckin' do, I get jinxed Cupid must've put a curse
Singing simple melodies that no one ever heard Soaring with the winter winds and bringing in the spring Sharing air with orioles and bumblebees that sting And making babies proud
burn rubber every turn Changin' lanes while the body swang heavy to the right Like my life hit them curves swerve, as I discern to turn Back down the
screams a vengance On the land as the angels fell Tyrants pray disaster for the Land of love and trust Demons plot a way to turn The Heavens into dust
It's a typical day in the universe Another MC spits a puny verse I try to get through my day without sayin? a curse Because I curse too much and such
I cursed that poor man's pride Cursed that poor man's pride Well, it finally drove him in the ground Broke his back and put him down Poor and proud
count upon Still I want it for my three sons My, my, my three sons Deep in the night I turn cold and sick But I only curse arithmetic I bless the day
, black and white If you go, I'll come without a fight I'm sick of hearing damning words of you Come cursing through my head And I'm too proud to sit
delight The moment she's been waiting for finally arrived Sister's waiting for her While the stars are shining bright Incubus and succubus The evil foe has cursed
done seen the streets turned into a beast with sharp teeth Put claws in the strong and just devour the weak Make them proud niggaz humble (uh-huh) Then turn
soul - The Death of God You are turning your face away Look at me and face my hatred! Can You see it now? I am your enemy! The cursed fruit of "Thy
born, proud relations came to fawn And compliment his pretty golden hair In boyhood sent away to a boarding school to stay It's crumbling proud traditions
waved them proud and high "I'll fight, but not surrender", cried the wild colonial boy Jack fired once at Kelly, brought him to the ground Then turning
his friends he left to years Turned off and left them to their tears The sea took him with it's mighty hand It was too late to turn around Wrecked and
none and for this grave mistake How thou art falling morning sun The proud will be abased He would not heel Nor fake a bow Murmur curses to the wind
take me back to the time where I could stand so proud with my mind open wide You can wash away all those lies, the burning rain which blinds my eyes curses
and bent your journeys Broken treaties left us cursed Even now you have to cheat us Even though you this us tame In our losing we found proudness In
Well how do you do My name is Lars im from Cambell california you might know that by now im of danish decent for that im proud see my father was a nomad