Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Fleeing From My Life
In the morning, it was still dark,
And I fled fast and far
To get away from my life,
Still it followed me.
The indecent moments of my day
Haunt me like spirits past gone.
So you tell me what to do.
You seem righteous enough,
Wise enough to help this sister out.
Why don't you help others
Instead of always helping yourself?
April 5, 2004
Suge
And I fled fast and far
To get away from my life,
Still it followed me.
The indecent moments of my day
Haunt me like spirits past gone.
So you tell me what to do.
You seem righteous enough,
Wise enough to help this sister out.
Why don't you help others
Instead of always helping yourself?
April 5, 2004
Suge
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Fleeing From My Life
Fleeing From My Life
