Shit is for real we abouts to get hectic I open my eyes to the streets where I was raised as a man And learned to use my hands for protection In scuffles, throw all my blows in doubles I'm coming from Queens motherfucker carrying guns in couples And

I am a man of constant sorrow I've seen trouble all my days I'll say goodbye to Colorado Where I was born and prob'ly raised Your mother says I am a stranger My face you'll never see no more But there's one promise darling I'll see you on God's golden

feed my flame! Rape these wounds! Raise me high! Through Thy rage my will manifests Bless my path!

She loves a violin, I love a fiddle We go separate ways but we meet in the middle Don't see eye to eye but we're hand in hand A blue blooded woman and a redneck man The lady I love loves silk and satin She was raised uptown with a silver spoon Well, I

The Rites of Man Let me hear the band Play the Rites of Man Come on and lift my head Lead me to the door Oh make me understand Raise me off the floor Come on and pick me up Found my coat

I was born in ashes of molten hatred Raised by demons in abodes of the end The reaper's scythe I fall upon to light my path Wrecked by mangled wounds of life I have become become the resurrection of the evil one 'Yknow that I don't fucking care If I live

In the words written in red They tell me that there's more to life Said, "I raise my hands I'm findin' more and more truth Old man Wrigley lived in that white house Down the street where I grew up

Big up di gyal dem weh fight it alone an ah raise two three pickney pon dem own, Weh di man deh? no man know dey home, Babylon have dem inna jail. Big up di juvenile dem inna di street, We a seh dem haffi make it an nah touch di chrome, Dem no waan wi fi

Three hammers high, Force and the fire Three hammers high For the world re-unites Fight for our lives! As we hold up the three hammers high in the burning red sky Protectors of Mankind Raise your swords, sound the final war cry

Love is hell Raise your hands, let me hear you yell Love is shit Can't you tell I've had enough of it I'd rather be stabbed and be cut into ribbons I'd rather be dead than the way you got me living I'd rather be shot in the heart and be bleeding I'd