pretend to pray Perfidious The words of Jesus And anytime We end up smashed to pieces Ingratitude In a world of lies We are free from cares We close
Translation: Vision. Free From Cares.
We pretend to pray Perfidious The words of Jesus And anytime We end up smashed to pieces Ingratitude In a world of lies We are free from cares We close
't read Morse code Why every rapper name BIG got body huh? But every rapper named Sean got money, ooooh Well I guess my chances are fifty, fifty But my vision
I think I might... CHORUS: Not today, maybe not tomorrow Everything in time Have it all But do you recall Back when our minds were so free? We could get close To our visions
your knuckle bone and start takin care of your own, nigga, Everybody's schemin' with the nature of a sinner, So I look inside myself to gather strength from
school 'cause I'm fly right here Ain't nothin free, I'm chargin' to breathe air If it's not a Maybach really who da hell cares? My money long, my nigga
eyes, she's feeding on in the possible She blushes as I kept splashing her compliments Polite thank yous is all around she crush the mints Developments, smooth keys from
as you were Be as you were again Am I a woman raised man-machine Damaging everything I touch? By not caring enough Or too much? Am I far flung fantasy Setting free enmity? And making friends from
Aceyalone: every time i flow i get this vision and i know everytime i know i manifest and then i grow everywhere i go i plant a seed i hope i grow but
like caller I.D. Chose the path that chose me I'ma tell you like G O D told me Greed, lust, hate, and envy sweeped us from Shemtie Keep us from simply
When I was a child So wild and free Sometimes I'd stumbled Or fall from a tree But I didn't worry And I didn't care I knew that my daddy Would always
Still tryin' to fuck them freaks from my highschool days B. Adams, do you still love me? 'cause ya first born is strugglin' and it's hard to stay drug free
There is no escape (There is no escape) So I wait for the heaven that I seek Which makes everything insignificant differences Innocence intendance the vision amongst religion Visioning
capitulate Nothing is making me stay& Retreating within And hiding behind my wall Dealing without There's no escape from this moribund state Awaiting deep sleep We don't care
I know he'll pull some hoes Bottles popping everywhere too much dro is in the air Vision blurry from the crown and club and I don't really care All
time's standing still 'til our love breaks free Can't you see? Take a look at me, I'm yours for the taking Or don't you even care? All those years you
the same. It's funny how the sun will up and battle rain As if the clouds couldn't stand to see me outside a-gain Wrote a rhyme that was kind, with some vision
