they come The first one cried for mercy, the people gave him none The second one was violent and he was arrogant and loud I still here his angry voice
pale wolf in winter You look down and shiver At still waters at night Your eyes are as black As the blackness you're fearing And yonder a bridge And a voice
' campaign Yeah, that nigga fall in the rain Dirty ya joints poppin' like you greasy burger en-flamed Every verse I drop's another small piece of the
[intro:] Big things come in small packages motherfucker. [hook:] You krazy i say when the nigas gona shoot. you krazy i say when the nigas gona drop
likes to live dangerously And when bringing her name up He speaks of a farewell kiss to me He's sure got a lotta gall To be so useless and all Muttering small
still no finish line, oh But then I climbed the hills And saw the mountains (Mountains) I hollered help 'cause I was lost Then I felt the strong wind And then a small voice
in blackest night And fear is stabbin' me all over A tiny prayer cracks the dark with light And I here sounds behind my wall Inside, a still small voice
What it is I often wonder, Turning you away. Listen to that still small voice, Fade away. You see, only what you want to, Close your eyes and sleep. You
little thing like fighting in the playground 'Cause some good looking boy had started to hang around That boy hurt me so bad but I was happy 'cause you cried, still
my small voice" be a voice for peace Oh let mine "oh let my small voice" be a voice for peace Oh let mine "oh let my small voice"
to give in to your fear But when your blinded by your faith Can't see your way clear through the rain A small, but still resilient voice Says hope is
an umbrella to protect you against The rain of noise that the city has? Or maybe it's just a small envelope with a secret inside Even if the silence still
, you know, I'm treading water now. a?? And what is so good about being awake? they'd say. Finally I got the hang of this: never answer a question
And hang it like this on the wall MR. HYDE Oh, yes! Does it still have a foot? MEDIUM MR. HYDE Let me see, let me look SMALL MR. HYDE Is it rotted
Tossing and turning, I just can't sleep Numb to the feelings surrounding me Try to resist what i know i believe Your still small voice is calling me.
held a pair of testicles Each was labeled with the name "Jack Michaelson" I once heard a noise In the night the most sensual voice A song of love from
day get me out of this bed and tell me what you meant when you said everything will be ok the parking lot sea and me wait patiently to hear the still small voice
, name a nigga I couldn't burn and he probably created the Earth in six days I shot at Jesus with a tech fives times Hanging the pope with six strings