's hands And the glory grows on glorious heads... This is the truth of their God; This is the death of my belief From the glorious mouth deadly words
Yeah, yeah, yeah, it's all on my motherfukin' niggaz Y'knowhamsayin'? Word up, and to all my niggaz too It's word up, son For them other niggas on home
a girl then you betta believe She got a, dick up her throat and a trick up her sleeve But if ya don't take my word, take the word of another I love my
I'm not the kind of man Who'd live a quieter life Just for a minute's silence One, two, three, four Some say it all without a word Silence can be mightier
the campus He goes through the door, he starts up the stairs The sound of his footsteps, the sound of his breathing The sound of the silence when no one
guitar and find his street corner somewhere There he'll make the silence listen to the dream behind the voice And show his minstrel Hamlet daddy that there only was one
Early morning sits with me and her words are kind Nothing seems to lift the soul like time Some wake up in dreams that we can't buy And we're holding
you (What do you mean we die) We die, my God it almost passed me by Pray the day comes I play you Enough, I keep hearing war's the word Hard to breathe
another ride 1845 No more, I see no reason to be, Not for a dream, not for a lie, Not for a queen, not for a king Not for the words in the song that
can't escape jury duty, four seven five one six, I've done tricks that nobody noticed, no one knew it was me doing it, and since no one noticed
Strung out eyes as cold as worship Two minutes silence in a century of screams Tiny massive hands, emphatic lonely soul Skin against skin and blood against
poppin' that clutch Tried to be the one, I gave it all I've got I'm givin' you your last shot If you don't speak up Say all the words that you never
God's word. Each crash of steel is God's word. Each torn limb and splash of blood is God's word. For he so loved the world he gave our only begotten
' on deez That's the word, came up from flipping birds Words travel like black talents The homie's loud at silence, real G's move in silence How you
I, could I, could I circle? Could I, could I, could I circle? Could I? Still by the side of the city halls Five minutes is a month in the past When no one
confuse me In there any explanation ? I shall not find One name or kind What's behind Forbidden thoughts Keep me silent Opress me Every hour- every minute
make-believe?" With a tear in His voice He said, "Son, that's the question." Does this deafening silence mean nothing To no one but me? As hours move to minutes And minutes
Oh believe me - every word I say is true Please forgive me - I can't stop lovin' you One thing I'm sure of - is the way we make love And one thing I