Cross My Heart (The Chalice Version)

I cross my heart, don't hope
To die i'll socialize with open eyes
Cross my heart, don't hope to die
Socialize with open eyes
I'll cross my heart, don't hope to die
I'll socialize with open eyes

Hear the cries and the lies
Your lies turn to alibis
Mental uncircumcised
Only when the curtain rise, pain in the tears
The rain came in years, I ran from the fears
The game's switching gears fourth year
Let's get off here
The Source is here the Source is the cross
The cross is here
Don't look at The Horseman i've
Seen the light under
The darkest night, sparking
Bright, often bright, But I'm
Nauseas from the height of a
Lot of bottles flipped, Living
For the luscious lips
A luscious chick sucking dick saint
Got me speeding
Fiending for indecently treating
Pleading for reason
Need a meeting with the son of "thou
Shall not"
Cross my heart, don't hope to die i'll
Socialize with open eyes i'll cross my heart
Don't hope to die, I'll socialize with open
Eyes, I'll cross my heart, Don't hope
To die i'll socialize with open eyes
I'll cross my heart, don't hope to die

What's the profit of a man
That gains the whole world but lose
His soul for glycerin gold? Golden glycerin
Heart of nitroglycerin now listen
To portion of book that he
Was mentioning my days
Is scarred, I pray to God, I cross my heart
Don't hope to die
I'll socialize with open eyes i'll cross
My heart, Don't hope to die i see
The pain in the street
When I rock on the block
With the Glock cocked, Niggas can't
Fuck with the Kong when I'm
Raw on the spot niggas
Straight-up hesitate the fuck
With this ‘cause, To fuck with me
You'll get the gun kiss blao! Niggas is
Plowed out, niggas assed-out
Passed out when I walk
Through the block, niggas is

Fuck what you saw bloodstains
By the front door, a nigga
Crawled from the store, Hands raw
I knew I'd seen him before i'd do wrongs of
Pushing stolen cars
Face black as char all is
Fare in love and war
Nobody keeping score no more
Momma would say
"What you crying for?" then hold
Me close like soldiers grip
Toast and rosaries battle- -field ghosts
They like holding the throats
Of the condemned as they choke
Dance from the rope that which doesn't
Kill makes me stronger hard to feel when pain
Becomes armor for better or worse
Wound or hearse sum it up with a curse: do
Your worst just one more verse
Game over one more quarter, one more
Dash for the border get your papers in order
Awful Dodger, Tommy Lasorda, sort of drop
One more mortar, knowing when they catch me
It's torture david Lynchian torture
Face down in the River
Styx, throat slit, pendulums and pit's, hoes
Ditch been rich, been broke as shit, trade
Nicks for wicks
Dreaming licks between steel sips
Battery acid wetting my lips, hock is spit
Hell naw, I ain't gonna quit

I'll socialize with open eyes
I'll cross my heart, Don't hope
To die, I'll socialize with open
Eyes, I'll cross my heart, Don't hope
To die i'll socialize with open eyes