't mine to disclose But like evening rain on the petal of a rose It drips down to the earth and it begins to compose Saints walk the earth They all patrol
your tears and be silent Like the rose on its ladder of thorns Oh chosen love, oh frozen love Oh tangle of matter and ghost Oh darling of angels, demons and saints
But actually, the niggas who would scrap for me Or go as far as gettin' guns and clap for me Ain?t even here to get a platinum plaque for me I talk
He traded His crown for a crown of thorns He picked up His cross and laid down His sword He stumbled down the road, bruised and beaten for me Jesus walked
Been around for ages so it won't change now, Pleasing shallow faces and I don't care how, Some little starry young thing robs me blind, All the time
on the roof Rose from the bottom came to speak the truth It's the riddla on the roof An eye for an eye A tooth for a tooth Repeat 2x [rasheed talking
brothers Blood brother, lay down your life for me Blood brother, lay down your love for me Lay down your life for me Blood brother, lay down your love for
on the cover wasting all our time Some psuedo-fascist hero machine Well, that's no space for a human being That man is not a hero or saint When somewhere
on the edge Out on the edge She slides like a shadow and she fits anywhere She falls like an angel down Where there are no saints at all There are no saints
at the door asking for wallets And those ain't twin beanie babies inside his pockets 2010 Sonograms show the magnum's worn directly out the fetus Evolution for
want us dead or alive without the 'aliiivee' Part The sun rose over a body bag shortage Last week I was like 'god bless the saint that invented the cordless
can?t be done The only One who can insure saint?s persistence Who swallowed up death in His infinite existence Omnipotent infinite blood, sufficient for what ails ya Makes scores of saints
forget how far I've come? I'm done dying for the past I'm done dying for the past Sins all forgiven now Let's call an even ???? Can't you judge me for
know Catch me if you can, nigga Uhh, haha Throwback this, throwback that It ain't where you from, it's where you wear ya throwback at I rock the Reds Pete Rose
Roses are red The seed has been spread Three can keep a secret If two of them's dead Blood on their hands Cuts family bands Not enough life without Been
ground breaking these hillbilly maders did Wasn't no room for Bubba talk until we made it did I flow for Jimmy Mathis on that bus route daily And for
em know Ok let em know Ok let em know ok let em know Ok let em know Ok let em know I think it's time for me to kill ya. We trained to kill marines called special Ops Just for
can't be done The only one who can insure saint's persistence Who swallowed up death in his infinite existence Omnipotent infinite blood sufficient for what ails ya Makes scores of saints