DeadlyWeapon
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- 5. Februar 2003
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Journey
my music soothes souls with smoth skin touched by fingertips
feelins linger inside me-with notes floatin on spaceships
as i spoke on some of the greatest adventures in splendor
most folks didn´t listen-let alone try to remember
picture a house but no home-allowed to stay but still zoned
and most think i´m lucky-ha-i stay out and puff bones
a tough tone when i talk-walked a million miles for sport
i outta support more artists but i put in more thought
and i should i get caught-doin somethin illegal
where will my people be?will they stay or just leave you
i´ve been to jail more than once-just a short stay i cant complain
but who was there to help..only on of my friends
my pops was a cop-but he in s-l-sippin scotch on the rocks
i dont talk to that fu*ck-i hope he get s?!+ or lockd up
so its me by my lonesome-holdin a fist full of anguish
with my dick in my hand-gripped tight to jus spank it
thank me when the tanks hit-baghdad-&i´m half gladd
that more people are dyin cuz deaths not on my ass
not knockin on my door although peace seems an easy path
i reach for the weed to slow my mind from speedin to fast
greetin each person i meet wit a crooked eye-smilin man
because i know you pretend to love me but you got 5aces in hand
this place-this land-is crazy-but thats undifined
i master rhymes while i´m ballin to be like stephon
craft these line with a daft perception a session of math
each lesson i leran hard-cuz there was no teacher in class
my life grew up fast-as i stand tall like the towers
double stacked on each other in force-souls hold the power
such a sanctuary of cynogogs-packed tight in the church
so amazin i HAD to attend-or get grounded till the hearse
so i´m pounded with purgatory thoughts plus abortions
murder or euthanasia?which one is your choice kids
my voice is the hot shit if i had audio id drop shit
but i dont and i wont till i get rich from these hits....
my music soothes souls with smoth skin touched by fingertips
feelins linger inside me-with notes floatin on spaceships
as i spoke on some of the greatest adventures in splendor
most folks didn´t listen-let alone try to remember
picture a house but no home-allowed to stay but still zoned
and most think i´m lucky-ha-i stay out and puff bones
a tough tone when i talk-walked a million miles for sport
i outta support more artists but i put in more thought
and i should i get caught-doin somethin illegal
where will my people be?will they stay or just leave you
i´ve been to jail more than once-just a short stay i cant complain
but who was there to help..only on of my friends
my pops was a cop-but he in s-l-sippin scotch on the rocks
i dont talk to that fu*ck-i hope he get s?!+ or lockd up
so its me by my lonesome-holdin a fist full of anguish
with my dick in my hand-gripped tight to jus spank it
thank me when the tanks hit-baghdad-&i´m half gladd
that more people are dyin cuz deaths not on my ass
not knockin on my door although peace seems an easy path
i reach for the weed to slow my mind from speedin to fast
greetin each person i meet wit a crooked eye-smilin man
because i know you pretend to love me but you got 5aces in hand
this place-this land-is crazy-but thats undifined
i master rhymes while i´m ballin to be like stephon
craft these line with a daft perception a session of math
each lesson i leran hard-cuz there was no teacher in class
my life grew up fast-as i stand tall like the towers
double stacked on each other in force-souls hold the power
such a sanctuary of cynogogs-packed tight in the church
so amazin i HAD to attend-or get grounded till the hearse
so i´m pounded with purgatory thoughts plus abortions
murder or euthanasia?which one is your choice kids
my voice is the hot shit if i had audio id drop shit
but i dont and i wont till i get rich from these hits....