Of the dead who's my bride I married the dark, from which I was born Like an infant I cried She gave me the spark from which I was torn Like I died
back slap, a late flap Swingle's the cheater when them thangs come in screechin in the dark I want my snija when you singin the sparks Dustin off bread
Street Life uh uh Grocery bags on the counter no grocery store couldn't fit a half a meal in the Gucci tote Hit the lights watch the roaches say "Good Night" Spark
Here Alone In Tears, Now Days And Weeks Gone By Still It Feels The Same, I Wonder What Made It Go Wrong Loneliness And Silence And My Soul Is Aching, Torn
packing shacking with rhythm shaking shahadies I'm picky iffy labodomy rhyme Swinga astrology Pardom me but part of me love to rip it explicit inside of me A torn
, I am for your artery I give the autographs but charge for photography Not hardly kid, you awkward God body You'se a carbon copy, just started to rock Wallys Spark
the outcome, disastrous Many of the victim family save they ashes A million names on walls engraved in plaques Those who went back, received penalties for the axe Another heart is torn
Throwing stray a spark instead Gather strength down in my heel And dig it in the world I peel Way down deep within my heart Lies a soul that's torn
(greg lake) First time when you looked at me You tried to hide but I could see A special beauty in your eyes Passion flying like a spark Like an arrow
for the child. torn form discipline, laws recondition. behold the family born of vengeance. spilled my flesh and blood, forced setting son. I am the parent
get wet up, flashing diamonds, dancing, shining But thugs like me, repping QBC is a place when is cold out Niggaz go all out Make the dogs bark, you know nigga the gunz spark
wanted anything more I (I) must (must) never let it die(x2) Bonds are strengthened when they've been tested and mended when they've been torn so
Joaquin: It's seven and a half sharp this things about to start My whole crew's being torn apart By a spark of the greed 'cause everybody needs And if
nowadays everybody's a killer And as for me, no other MC is iller But still a thorn scrapes my heart When I see another life that's been torn apart
scoob and scrap Union square, to tear up the KRS tracks Torn up by the Kent, the Clark dark As the brothers try to spark We knocked boots and the boots
you lost you're head Get out of bed that's what I said And you're feeling like the dead seeing red Reborn where's my porn My pants are torn up damnit
far Like a shooting star, you shine brightest of them all Once I was torn, I was lost, I felt weak until I found you You hit me with the spark of a
Intoxicate yourself Be drunken without cease Remembrance drifts in the frozen wind The slave of hunger, now enjoy being free Sordid grace In a torn soul