in our grave depression live is morbid hell precious? I think not who cares about the fellow man your all just a bunch of fucking bastards depression
shit jumpin' You know niggaz hate to see another nigga eat Quick to put another niggaz business in the street I wish they'd shut the fuck up, damn good grief
top My pepperpot Girl, I'm givin' you the best of me And babygirl, a you deserve the best indeed Nuff a them a try fi cut my speed And that just keeps depressing
such could be found, might agree that the Devil has been denied the victory to which he was entitled. Predictably, he is angry, very angry. Then after rage, depression, deep depression
saw the woman I love colored in blood War is hell, I cut shells, was then covered in mud As four ships hovered above, my heart griefs But at least she
See these people like me, living in this dirty place Feel this depression in these streets that lame the brain It kills the will that drives me on 'Cause
roots I hate myself, I am confused This town is dangerous every time, don't move in unknown ways to find The way out to relief, 'cause violence amplifies the grief
? The roots of your character for the ones you took Now it's time to break the rules To sell them short good times More to bring them the grief You came
me at night I'll be there I'll be there all the time [Rap Man-Verse 1] Would you be down if I lost my job And I'm feelin' depressed Would you help me
IS THAT THE FEAR I FEEL OR SUICIDAL NERVOUSNESS I'M TEARING THROUGH THE NIGHT WITH A DISTORTED CONSCIOUSNESS WHEN DEPRESSIONS ARE NOMINATING WITH LOTS
you are home A drought ridden spirit Useless fear is sought again For the next self-induced fall Dreams discarded Spiraling into depression Spiraling into depression
spin! And we are the ones who held you tightly (the trigger is cold as blood and your pain is now my depression) This feels like heaven! Heaven! A feeling of grief
I so much depression by losing you a new beginning without grief [Chorus] Painfully a season in green came and our home went up in grief someone came
the mental filthiness that drifts along the tides of burdened grief CHAPTER TWO reality decays all of humanity now crumbling in its way seasons of depression
Every Talker Needs A Listener, Every Ship Needs The Open Sea, Every Can Needs A Prisoner, Every Day Needs You And Me. Between Euphoria And Depression
so depressed, I'm so alone with my own thoughts they, never been told it's like a tunnel, no light sorrounds me I loose my aim and I'm in grief shine
was blind. Sometimes life is more than pain, to me I feel the power of my grief. Death would be such a relief. All the secrets that I hide would die, with me. Depression
