Teksty:
Death Ribbon

7 Up Knock, knock, let us up, Young Money applaud me And we'll take the game out your hands like a joystick I'ma need my badges and my ribbons Maybe

ribbon of glass Time it may take us but God only knows How I've paid for those things in the past Dying is easy, it's living that Scares me to death

the chicken And now I feel unsteady Emotions on the blink again So kick me when you're ready Here lies a violet coffin The death of my control Along

, tick, tick Cracks in the surface Cracks in the surface Tick, tick, tick, tick Tick, tick, tick, tick Rhymin' enigma, we keep 'em guessing My rhymes are like ribbons

to wait upon He's young but he's daily growing Father, dear father, if you see fit We'll send him to college for one year yet I'll tie blue ribbons

Autumn's coming in through the yard, Marching like a grandfather clock The badges he wears are tattered and old Like shredded ribbons of bright read and

Memory moves us past each other Time is a ribbon without an end Love is the lesson we keep learning Death but a moment we must spend Last week as I made

, through the noise and to do You wonder who is that person that lives up there? And you see me stepping out in the morning Looking nice with a ribbon

the ribbon was all it took Where only the strap would leave it's mark upon these slaves What flag to thrust into this flesh, rag, bandage, Mop in their flowing death