words and hear my screams. Liquid lung..Luquid lung. Were barley scratching on the surface now! Liquid lungs, god rest my soul so I can float. Dont need to worry about
On a canvas lacking color far away from whats expected, The feeling of restriction since the first drawn out depicition. From what is here and what is
Illuminate the fight- Light these stairs on fire. Illuminate, Illuminate.. With tensions pulling tighter, my pulse does beat faster. Are my enemies just
you do just to get a reaction A substitute for everything youve never had, Now youre stranded alone and your feet start to drag. The streets are your
prayer. In death theyll meet you there! Humble and in the sand, they pray with open hands. Innocent blood spills in the streets, In death theyll meet
: Illuminate the fight- Light these stairs on fire. Illuminate, Illuminate.. With tensions pulling tighter, my pulse does beat faster. Are my enemies
do just to get a reaction A substitute for everything youve never had, Now youre stranded alone and your feet start to drag. The streets are your but
. In death theyll meet you there! Humble and in the sand, they pray with open hands. Innocent blood spills in the streets, In death theyll meet you there
: On a canvas lacking color far away from whats expected, The feeling of restriction since the first drawn out depicition. From what is here and what
Kay Slay:] The Drama King [Verse 1: Mr. Ski] Look, now let's put it all in perspective I'm from the West Coast where there's always a death wish Mothafuckers holler about
dude right there, you see dude right there We a lay something down right here mane I'm getting money out here mane this me And ain't goin nobody goin run
up just like some angry protesters [Chorus:] I come from the streets Where they play for keeps The strong and the weak Gotta be concrete Concrete I'm from the streets
and my nagger LH was looking outta The window too shit that shit was not fucking fair I was looking at the po-po if they was any regular nagger I would run
hangin around oh baby i'm still around now there's a lot of things that i'd like to change about myself but there ain't a thing i'd change about you
the West down to press Pass a girl I can tell I must confess, I must manifest I learned about the constitution, I learned about all this stuff I learned about
records we grabbing it Two kilos in my cabinet, lyrically we ain't having it Don't give a fuck about haters, and all the hell that I run from Make money
from Clay Day, Laf Tex the go-getter C-O braniac, with a payday about cheddar [Hook] [H.A.W.K.:] On the streets of Texas, we mob like goodfellas Blades