first time My eyes beheld one altogether lovely The Lily of the Valley, the Fairest of Ten Thousands My Lord, my Saviour Jesus Christ I threw up my hands
earth Always just out of reach A murder of crows judged my every footstep My bones were frozen Penniless and entirely out of breath I washed my beautiful
my face A little while later I awoke to a rumbling And opened my eyes to see a scene so humbling I couldn't quite catch my breath And my pulse doubled
my cup run it over Temptation on my shoulder I'm growing colder than a polar bear Thinking about a bank hold up I fall upon my lap and rest my head,
shit in a glass jar The bomb light years away from earth secure a space for my family The mother of my first conceived and all the weak relatives I hurt only
heaven and earth, for what it's worth It's the MC extrordinaire, the jewels glare The God is rare, I'm takin bitches back to my lair I want mines and
can learn There is no future There is no past I live this moment As my last There's only us There's only this Forget regret Or life is yours to miss
in this mist of my design So much of me my muse had thus become That in my eyes no star was seen to shine Unless it bore some of my phantom's light Or
in this mist of my design So much of me my muse had thus become That in my eyes no star was seen to shine Unless it bore some of my phantom?s light Or
fort im superman just because she knows i can haw and drout so ud never get the water out, and my eyes can i cry, an my pride is my weakness i say im
are as fools who view a tapestry in a darkened room by the light of only one candle, seeing only small sections illuminated one by one, and refusing
a gift; this story is a part of my soul We shouldn't keep fightin', the Earth is our home If we destroy Mother Earth, then where will we go? Are you food
exploit, heaven and earth, for what it's worth It's the MC extrordinaire, the jewels glare The God is rare, I'm takin bitches back to my lair I want mines
Till my cup run it over Temptation on my shoulder I'm growing colder then a polar bear Thinking about a bank hold up I fall upon my lap, and rest my
like shit in a glass jar The bomb light years away from earth secure a space for my family The mother of my first conceived and all the weak relatives I hurt only
the type to steal Thinks it's very rare we write to kill And the mic is still the only weapon that I like to feel In my firm grip, learn this from other
