I asked my homie on the block why he strapped, he laughed/Pointed his pistol as the cop car passed and blast

Watchin our own downfall, witness the end/It's like we don't believe in God cause we livin in sin

It's just another murder, nobody mourns no more/My tear drops gettin bigger but can't figure what I'm cryin for

I put my faith in God, blessed and still breathin/And even though it's hard, that's who I believe in/Before I'm leavin, I'm askin the grievin - who do you beli…

I have experienced as violence the emergence of the culture of compulsory industrialised joy, which is the companion of consumerism.

From the retinue of Mynyddog they hastened forth; in a shining array they fed together round the wine-vessel. My heart has become full of grief for the feast o…

I once admitted-to my shame- That football was a brutal game. Because She hates it.