Fifty featuring Grip Plyaz

Memories of shadows haunt me
 From the years when I was young
 Things that used to terrify me
 Are the things, that I've become
 There's a dark moon in the clouds
 Misty fog in the swamp
 Crickets chirpin' outside my window
 The water it thumps in the bathroom sink
 down the hall
 The lights flicker sometimes
 The wind is howling, the dogs are growling
 way deep in the pines
 A passin' car on the distant road, the only
 thing running
 Nightmares in my sleep, the Sandman is
 coming
 I see the ghost in the red cloak, the shadows
 are taking shape
 The sound of a faint voice, lost and full of
 hate
 Dry leaves crumble under the feet of the
 reaper
 The limbs tap on my window, like the nails of
 a creature
 Tales of goblins and fairies, a sacrifice on the
 prairie
 A murderer that escaped, I'm disillusioned
 and weary
 Lightning strikes on the hill, illuminating the
 cabin
 The old man on the porch, evil and quietly
 laughing
 Surrounded by demons
 I'm an angel and they all want me
 And to this day ...
 Memories of shadows haunt me
 From the years when I was young
 Things that used to terrify me
 Are the things, that I've become
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 Cigarette buds, and oil stains on the dying
 grass
 The smell of the liquor, rising up from the
 broken glass
 The crowds of black leather, the heat from
 the engines
 Motorcycles and goons, bearded men and
 loud women
 The cracklin' paint, the old shack with the
 swingin' light
 The heroin needles passin', open in plain
 sight
 Ozzy and Black Sabbath, the vinyl is skippin'
 From the fight in the kitchen
 Blood screamin' and kickin'
 Smoke fills up the sky, gasoline on the trash
 heap
 The mattress is burnin', I hear it poppin' and
 snapping
 The rain soaked teddy bear, so heavy I can't
 lift it
 The flask for the moonshine, I watch as they
 all sip it
 The Halloween pumpkin candle, lit with a
 Pentagram
 The Grandfather clock, with a broken minute
 hand
 Surrounded by thieves, killers, thugs and
 some junkies
 And to this day ...
 Memories of shadows haunt me
 From the years when I was young
 Things that used to terrify me
 Are the things, that I've become
 I throw on my leather jacket, a collection of
 biker patches
 One of them says savage, the other one
 Black Sabbath
 Heavily tatted, barely any skin left,
 Whiskey bent after twelve, I'm always playing
 with death
 Bullet shells in my yard, loaded gun on the
 shelf
 Run the roads like a wolf, through the whole
 Bible Belt
 Rattlesnake skin boots, toes up on the
 chopper
 Fifty Harleys behind me, they all ready to
 slaughter
 Drunk in front of my sons, drunk in front of
 my daughter
 Spit, cuss, and I yell, it's like a one-sided
 quarter
 'Cause I'm only heads up, no matter which
 way you flip it
 No brake lights in my life, I'm either rich or
 evicted
 Committed to my convictions, committed
 crimes with the quitters
 Connected to my religion, the religion of
 sinners,
 Send a prayer to God, exhaling smoke off the
 meth pipe
 Like puddles reflecting the ripples echo to
 next life
 So here I am standing just like the ashes that
 fell from the fire
 A seed that fell off that poisonous and
 forgotten flower
 Became my own nightmare, but now I think
 it's charming
 Especially when ...
 Memories of shadows haunt me
 From the years when I was young
 Things that used to terrify me
 Are the things, that I've become
 Bloody bone gon' get you
 Bloody bone gon' get you
 Bloody bone gon' get you