leave this life Are you white, blue or bloody red All I can see is drowning in cold grey sand The winds of time You knock me to the ground I'm dying
Am I winning the war? Are you winning the fight? Is this winning? And when this is won is it the end or beginning? . In centuries past we've justified
green. The Fianna marched with Fionn at their helm, though older and wiser this lord of the realm. He was loyal to his king, Cormac Mac Art and to his
you leave this life are you white blue or bloody red all I can see is drowning in cold grey sand The winds of time you knock me to the ground I'm dying
Harmony, 2000 muthafuckas! Our Father who Art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name [Bizzy Bone:] Will they prostitute me? [2x] Stay under surveillance Get out tha county, this
mad quarts For sports talk to chickenheads in botty lik shorts Let's get the cream so that we can move up in this fortress Bounce to art galleries and
up on this then you ain't up on shit [Suffa (Pressure):] Girl for one night, we'll get drunk right? And we'll get tongue tied till we puke together ...
, 2000 muthafuckas! Our Father who Art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name [Bizzy Bone:] Will they prostitute me? [2x] Stay under surveillance Get out tha county, this
quarts For sports talk to chickenheads in botty lik shorts Let's get the cream so that we can move up in this fortress Bounce to art galleries and purchase
you leave this life Are you white, blue or bloody red All I can see is drowning in cold grey sand The winds of time You knock me to the ground I'm dying
Trying to fuel the fire inside before the God in me has died Eyes, wide, trying to look out through this labyrinth Hoping to leave this earth with the
t thug resistant, and they see a nigga dying Choking off his own blood is sickening Picture that, now picture this, picture me running in your lab Like