stolen My dreams is censored, my hopes are gone I'm like a fiend that finally sees when all the dope is gone My nerves is wrecked, heart beatin and my
Types Of Pain, I Mean ICP Don't Rap About The Money We Get, Cause Half The Juggalos So Broke They Stealin' Our Shit, And They Don't Wanna Hear About
I got on my all black steady walkin' up inferred Under my black there's a fuckin' tec Bitches talkin' shit runnin' off at the mouth Some hoe just snitched on my
?d just call my name Up at the grave stone rolled away With a loud voice Jesus started to say, Lazarus You see it just seems like yesterday I could hear
My baby said she don't want to see my face She kicked me right on out of her place Now I'm back with the band and my girl is long gone She broke my heart
Won't buy back the beat of a heart grown cold Silvio, I gotta go Find out something only dead men know Honest as the next jade rolling that stone When
My sweet Black Rain I wanna go outside In Black Rain I sit alone I watch the phone get dial toned Then you I've known A rolling stone The marrow bone My
IT shows what's inside We take IT or leave IT or just roll on with our lives Superficialized We can't hear when IT calls I understand: time demands pain
In this house of bones Now heads start rolling Instead of stones Oblivions wounds Dumb fuck despair If I can't suck life deeper How could I care Get stoned Get dead Inside my
And the pressure is on And it puts pressure on a man If he lets his heart cause pain He ain't no rolling stone And the pressure is on Trains I ride in my
end there's nothing left except a shell surrounding emptiness and loneliness, a core of pain, I see my pathway shining. Raingods with zippo's, a tinman hides a broken heart
Lord's blessings leave me lyrically inclined Shit I ain't even got to try to shine God's the seamstress that tailor fitted my pain I got scriptures in my
Call up Lady Gaga, on my, on my telephone Hella dome, yeah, my girl beats, no metronome My new chick, she a yellowbone I buy her yellow stone, cause I
on my, on my telephone Hello dawn (?) yea my girl beat slow, metronome My new chick she a yellow bone, I buy her yellow stones tell her I like it when
crease in my clothes chain on my neck, rocks up on my wrist dirt up in my piss, gotta partna named Chris movin keys, lemme chop em down in my safe I gotta
rolled chain yeah Jakes beware black rap millionaires Rock hairs leather goose bears blowin this year One eight hundred gambino niggaz yeah [Meth] Wu roll together as one I call my
my door Never be too blind to see Just what you're lookin' for You roll me over Make me moan, ooh Such a velvet touch You'd melt a heart of stone Anytime
rugged style steals you brain And my heart is bleeding and this pain it will not pass It's not receding and my body's going numb A bad trip child, rolling stoned