This time I won't be hanging around I'll sever the ties that have me gagged and bound (your idle hands have tied you down) What's to lose, enemies or
got to be greater than your fear. Forgive them even if they are not sorry. All the vultures, bootleggers at the door waiting. You are looking, for your own voice
his the best But he also was a baritone who sang while hanging clothes He practiced scales while pressing tails and sang at local shows His friends and neighbors praised the voice
many flaws again Hide my hurts and where I've been Then I won't have to pretend My words may be better received If I become what they can't see Make my voice
So much that I can't say to you My voice shakes from the hurt that I hide Ashamed of my existence And of my petty often wounded pride I'd like to come
world Here I am Venting on this page, flawed and insecure no more Here I am Coming clean with myself, knowing that this time would come Here I am Like a thousand voices
track We often gotta look for the path These problems, are the good ones to have [Slug: Verse 1] Nobody wanna struggle at home Bass in his voice, trouble
to ignore yourself A lot to say, no one to tell We all think that you so cool cause nobody knows that nobody knows you Paint brush cover up them flaws
grow with Learn em how to take they minutes, turn em into moments See, nowadays cats think they on some next And they sacrifice they voice just to go
[Voice messages from upset girlfriends] Hey you fucking asshole Hi Sean, I just got finished cleaning some vomit out of my car Sean, I'm so fucking pissed
take your life Fear that I might fuck your wife When you hear a gun, you hear my voice When you hear a crash, you hear my voice That tingle at the back
just one) One love is all we need(Takes one, just one, Takes one, just one) One voice to change the law Injustice break the walls Racism is a flaw We
Stand behind me and above me with voices plaguing my deepest thoughts And the visions they keep coming I keep hearing my angel fall in a dream
the flav' of the original Orphaned trio, abandoned by lyrical Through us, the echelon exposed with the roll with no soul Counterfeit style, born sworn and sold Out with high voice
, I am not alone Every fibre of my flesh and bone is identical to the others Everything I say is in the same tone as my test tube brother's voice There
president But our hunger for heroes Has made us blind We seek salvation From the cup of human kind But every time we hear the voice Of some new Abraham
Just ask for the special, crackers crave samples of niggas urine Strands of hair and semen, blue lights in the basements Having conversations with voices