pain, it's growing in me Inside my body (inside my) Inside my body (inside my) I can't take the pain, it's growing in me Inside my body (inside my) Inside my
the pain, it's growing in me Inside my body (inside my) Inside my body (inside my) I can't take the pain, it's growing in me Inside my body (inside my
Despite the legendry that you hear we left by I head with refuges and niggers they shit right, and Don't you play soccer by the ocean front? In America
My homeboys doing life Begging mama be stressing Shedding tears When her son finally ask that questions Where my daddy at? Mama, Why we live so poor? Why you crying? Heard you late night Throught my
wolf never get his hoof scoofed if he got his own back I got my own back now.. if you ever had a migraine in your brain and the pain of a million people
based pardons ain't enough My stilts truly personify the serbonite flea circus We urchins merkin on daily I catapult brain opera past basic Tear my own
[Intro:] This goes out to all the brothers and sisters in america And all overseas, Trapped in this place we call the ghetto Why me? Reason why we say
much pain [Al-D:] My past is death, locked in hell now the devil's mad See I'm killing him slowly, with the pen and my pad Hate to hear the truth revealed
without my menthols. Damn cable TV got me trapped in Girls actin' dumb and cops beatin' black men Overfill, overkill, tryin' to deal Call the toll free and order my
more crack, all the boys on my back hearin' "RUN" Yea, I changed & came, all them years, on the stairs G Rap & Kane I felt pain, them beamers still lurkin' my
me Blow me x4 So fuck the pain away, Make it all okay this life is plastic, I hide in sunglasses I'll wear my mac, And give you my heart attack I'll
about my partners doin' time? (What about us?) What about this arresting from the police? (What about us?) What about my young thugs cry? [Layzie] Its for my
America, in America I been turned around Till I don't know where I'm bound In America, in America And I miss you now Just a note from America...
up and down I been lost and found In America, in America I been turned around Till I don't know where I'm bound In America, in America And I miss you
, and showing all, in them lil bitty clothes Tryn to cover up your hurts and pain but you really know that though you looking hot, in your heart you be
naked but I made it With passion of a Microphone Patriot I did it for my Fathers; I did it for my Mothers and my Brothers I did it for the world to discover