I've lived buried all my life Waiting for a sign To get to know you better To see if you're divine. Each and every promise Is a hypocritical lie Without
I?ve lived buried all my life Waiting for a sign To get to know you better To see if you?re divine. Each and every promise Is a hypocritical lie Without
the world not the people, Nope. Yes, but in the belly of the beast, people get swallowed like meat, eat. And your president was lying while my people was dying
remorse or any grace She embraces the devil and she hates other race Ms America, the beautiful the free Fallen within the cracks I wish that you could see She buried
much in misery, so before I flee I open fire let the lord pick the first to bleed Bitches don't wanna see me leave, forever thugging Tell 'em bury me
you gonna do? When I ain't got your back! Free your soul and save my mind You wish you were dead, I feel like I'm dying If this is the price you pay
cracked floor, All the details are so vivid, And the mirror on the wall... My face still glittes in it. Memories are coming back The ones I tried to bury
I've lived buried all of my life To waiting for a sign To get to know you better To see if you're divine Each and every promise Is a hypocritical lie
the edge of this three year hole. Push me in and I'll pray for the bottom. In this cheap hotel room an empire crumbles. Rest your head, The fall begins tomrrow. I wish
, resist, exaggerated authority Just a little bit of bleeding in your stories and I'd be really wanting to know- how they treat internal bleeding when they're dying
Come - the thaw, come within Come, my love - and melt around me. She buried me I dropped my wish And now as love's true ghost lies dying I'll raise
more rising Above our our land of black and green Hear the rebels voice is calling I shall not die, though you bury me Hear the aunt in bed a dying
I need the taste just one more time And I stand alone The sickness burying my feet I see through your lies And you'll perish I wish this would go away
street really And every hood let you grow from the hustlaz up at Harlem to the shot callers in O' And though, Congress, don't want us to progress our step My homie buried
lot of money Would be funny Oh, I wish I could be like you Rikky rock'n' roller Dum dum dum dum dum-ee-doo-aa Oh, I wish I could be like you Rikky rock
Til you bury a friend, bury a friend, bury a friend 'Til you bury a friend, bury a friend, bury a friend 'Til you bury a friend, bury a friend, bury a
recall. " Yet all its sad recollections suppressing, One dying wish my lone bosom can draw Erin ! an exile bequeaths thee his blessing ! Land of my foreathrs. erin- go- bragh! Buried
lies when the heart grows cold" But grant, o grant, this wish to me And bury me not on the lone prairie I've always wished that when I die To be buried
