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My Destiny
Ever since a kid I've been nothin but a piece of dirt Sittin in my kindergarten starin up my teacher's skirt Musta been a piece of work was a bad seed from birth Momma's on the phone again but every time we speak it hurts Cause every time we talk she just mumbles off that Vicodin Momma I gotta go my G.I Joe just beat up Spider man Aight then I see you later cause you coming back I hope I said I see you later but we both know that's a joke So ever since I never learned how to control my anger Oddly enough this is one letter short of danger So like an orphan I would often just distort my language Like blank this and blank that my mind's a torture chamber And it's filled with porn must be from these pills i'm on Your cup runs over mine's is empty must be spilled is gone I coulda swore I was right but let's be real I was wrong That's when I cried out 'Lord Jesus let Your will be done!'
Hey yo I shoulda been that body that they found up in the river bed Or another pervert stuck surfin the internet Purchase some cigarettes puff my life away like a lazy coward So addicted to coke-I'm sniffin baby powder But God changed my life flipped to a 180 Dumb crazy shoulda left me somewhere gettin drunk wasted Wakin up in the mornin in a corner of some basement Smothered in my own vomit slumped into my own coffin I have been re-born again! I am like an ornament Hangin from a Christmas tree in the middle of an orphanage Giving hope to the unfortunate and those who can't afford to live And mothers who know all too well just what an abortion is 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 Yes life is but a dream but it is so much more than this More than this workin 9 to 5 just to pay your mortgages You will become the child of God that you was blessed to be You was born to magnify the Lord this is your destiny!
Mirror mirror in the toilet who's the illest can you call it You reflect an alcoholic cause I'm dressed up in this vomit With a silly grin on my face like I'm blessed to be retarded Living breath in me departed now my flesh is the incarnated Thinkin death to me is foreign but it's movin army quick as some liquor With out a warning feelin sicker in the mornin Typical symptoms of a pitiful victim sin has befallen And the pain makes it hard for me to try to keep my soul still Sticky fingers ghost still broke outta brokeville And in this game he's got my brains lookin like some oatmeal Highway to hell is fast but looks like the road's still But thank God for Christ Who has mercy on the roadkill So to repent is why I be seein folks kneel The waters only cold cause we don't know how His coat feel Daddy's love is so real blood like some soap spilled And His Word the water to wash self from your will
So I'm sittin on the block and I'm thinkin about my destiny I'm wonderin what will become the death of me My life will I leave a legacy So I'm in the kitchen and I'm cookin up a recipe
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