a critic restored, I don?t care what they say anymore, you come at me with a mouth of deceit, I serve only One who destroys and defeats you, a critic, a
livin' in this house of pain Stuck with a thousand street hustlers down on they luck Repeat felons caught up with the death I was sellin' And for the past
the earth will cry from a stone And you'll be lookin' at the world livin' inside of a dome Comperized humanity living inside of a clone This is the place
the earth will cry from a stone And you'll be lookin' at the world livin' inside of a dome Computerized humanity living inside of a clone This is the
much he spends I won't condemn a person for what they were Or what they are today We must see each soul as greater As a sculptor sees a lump of clay
house of pain stuck with a thousand street hustlers down on they luck Repeat felons caught up with the death I was sellin' and for the past three months
this house of pain stuck with a thousand street hustlers down on they luck Repeat felons caught up with the death I was sellin' and for the past three
pain stuck with a thousand street hustlers down on they luck Repeat felons caught up with the death I was sellin' and for the past three months yo I can
