Now take a trip deep within a
man's heartless soul who won't
drop down to his knees and ask
God to console
He always ask what is life? and
what is life worth? he gotta read
the Basic Instructions Before Leaving
this Earth
The problem is we making promises that
we just can't keep, spoken riddles and
rhymes that are sometimes discrete
They've choosen refusing to abide by
the rules. Why everybody want to hate
us?
They hating cuz I'm making balant
statements to save us from hating
fact that the righteous suffer...
ain't it complacent?
Categories:
balant, music,
Form: Rhyme