I was with them again Chorus: Can you imagine a piece of the universe More fit for princes and kings? I'll give you ten of your cities For Marion
mists swirling, like petticoats in motion Sighted on horizons for ten thousand years The lady of the ice sounds, a deathly distant rumble Titanic breaking children
divided into 3 quarters Her children who was fit fell, peace Battlin', golden', platinum Friends of terror and endless bloodshed Pity was not spared for
for tomorrow and die today No room for questions on our way... As long as this moment is not the end, I remain alive Tomorrow I will pray for the ones
knew this, they all despised his father's deeds, buying children- for his own use, slavery- and paid abuse, children he hired- for sex or toil, purchased them- from
in the backyard goes! Heeeeeeeeeeyeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Daddy's home sweetheart It seems that the dreams for the children on the block Has gone from love
a homicide bomber TV commercials for a popping pill culture Drug companies circling like a vulture An Iraqi babies with a G.I. Joe father Ten years from
Death comes to cry There's a lobby with nine hundred windows There's a tree where the doves go to die There's a piece that was torn from the morning
-stream. Another Christ dies, jacked up by the state. Another glorious advance for civilisation. One small step for man. One giant step for mankind. For
watch it explode (BOOM!) then make em call, tell em all they found was a piece of your clothes and a small piece of your nose and, bone from your arm
to pieces indecently Pack weapons illegally, because I'm never hesitant Sniper scoping a commission controllin the president [Hook] Father, forgive them, for
all the day gone I been pimping a pen but, probably fluctuation in the nation Of poverty, stricken people So everybody, trying to get a piece of the pie But the pie for
to his knees, begged for his life Said he was holding another ten keys with his wife Told me her address, threw him in the trunk of the car Got ten more
from, motherfucker, where you from Where you from, motherfucker, where you from Where you from, motherfucker, where you from Where you from, motherfucker, where you from
Little Black (real niggas) the list is gettin' too long for this track (real niggas) Gangsta, Gangsta, Gangsta...to all my real niggas from Queensbridge, from
for the glock! (You can't kill me, cause I'm already dead) [Ill Bill] The official distorted body parts chop-a-chops your body Piece by mothafuckin' piece
don't offend Nine times out of ten, men and women pretend And mobilize devil eyes Fight beside [?], you are the type For everything in life has a price
fuckin Product 19 Cause Vitamins and C give me wind to do you in So y'all niggaz got from now until I count backwards from ten So scram, cause before