I feel everything deep in my head it’s spinning
|
Good and evil lost in the city with the people
|
And it’s ticking, we won’t be forgiven
|
My names Solomon, Solomon, Solomon Eagle
|
Run through the city full of evil
|
Streets like the jungle, keep your head down
|
Keep your hands up when you move around
|
And God willing, they can all make a killing
|
I’m on top of this dropping this sipping a sequel
|
Stun guns and tear gas people
|
When police line up pulling truncheons out
|
They beat the mob down to disperse the crowd
|
And God willing, we can all make a killing
|
Its not the devil, pulling you down
|
This retribution, comes from above
|
This is God, this is God giving up on us
|
This is God giving up
|
And its bottles and bricks, makeshift wicks
|
Balaclav, Molotov, number 1 hits
|
Coming with the trick, leaving in a whip
|
Weazing out my lungs as the truncheon hits
|
And there’s nothing like revenge hidden in success
|
Served so cold that the beef can’t sweat
|
Solomon is blessed, Solomon see’s you
|
Cower in the corner looking up at the steeple
|
I’m the only get to know me, I’m the one with her blood on my hands
|
I’m here to show you, here to tell you that I love you in the city of the damned
|
And though I love you, I will leave you and I leave you in the desert hot sand
|
I’ll introduce you to the devil and the devil he will take you by the hand
|
It’s not the devil pulling you down
|
This retribution comes from above
|
This is God, this is God giving up on us
|
This is God giving up
|
I feel everything deep in my head, it’s spinning
|
Good and evil lost in the city with the people
|
It’s not the devil pulling you down
|
This retribution, comes from above
|
This is God, this is God giving up on us
|
This is God giving up
|
It’s not the devil pulling you down
|
This retribution, comes from above
|
This is God, this is God giving up on us
|
This is God giving up |