is falling Sacred fires burning, desperate souls are turning Storm clouds gather as the winds of change are brewing Angels raging for their Masters' jealous furies Storm clouds gather
window See a large cliff of thugs, some crips and some bloods Neantha's, latin kings, broken homes and shattered dreams They gather in teams around jacob's
vain the west side of pop's creek But Jacob's wife knew of this place and said to travel east With a guide to take him there, Jacob came upon the scene
His precious life he gave. I saw the blood stream down the hill they call the skull. I heard, "It is finished" as the rain began to fall. The warlords gathered
war. Man's quest for power for fortune and for fame, Brought the blood of battle and the cannon's glory blaze. Leaders make their speeches, propaganda's
in vain the west side of pop's creek But Jacob's wife knew of this place and said to travel east With a guide to take him there, Jacob came upon the scene
