know you're only a kid at heart (I know you're only a kid at heart) I know you're only a kid at heart Started out as a bedtime story Turned into
you're only a kid at heart (I know you're only a kid at heart) I know you're only a kid at heart Started out as a bedtime story Turned into a fight
Traduzione: America. Only A Kid At Heart.
self esteem, where the hell'd you put it?" Oh wait, never mind, I found it in a bottle Drunk at the Troubadour talking to a model Wrecked the rental
Throw in a box like some caps at a hop-scotch game I cop drops mane, come peep what I whip whore A 62, got it jumpin like a 6-4 Soon as I hit tour, brrr
a motherfuckin drug addict like you didn't experiment? Now now, that's when you start to stare at who's in the mirror and see yourself as a kid again,
a zoo called america, Trapped in a cage called the hood Where they got me actin like a beast I'm bailin wit my khaki's creased Ain't gots to pack a piece
old and I'm gray [Too Poetic/Grym Reaper] There was a rich man, a poor man, a beggar, and a thief Now each had a different hustle to get food to eat
, only tryin to help them self They pull me over talkin about a seatbelt, we all know thats bullshit the fact is I look suspicious, THATS IT!! Type of kid
paint me as a monger of hate and Satan a scatter-brained atheist But that ain't the case, see it's a matter of taste We as a people decide if Shady's
a speeding bullet Has more rhymes than a train has tracks Able to leap sucker MC's in a single rhyme Look, at the jam, on the mike (It's a bird!) (It
Your only true right, is a right to a fight and not a fair fight, I wake up wonderin who died last night Everyone and everything is at war Makin my poetic
into the curb With their heads on the steering wheel Kids blacked out in the back with a fucking Happy Meal What a crappy deal But it was only $4.99 So
where we going after this?" I'ma thug, a thug til heart be stop Til they pick me off the street nigga, murdered a shot My wars, my words, the only thing
between glocks, mad niggas I shot Give a fuck on a cop, conversate with a lock Down at the chop-chop, 600th and Rock Crazy as a fox tryin to rob Fort
, big trucks, big chains My wounds paint a picture, the cassette's the frame I'm iller than one nigga tryin to rob a whole train Look at America thru
saloon, clean sweep, like a broom Full moons make me howl like a wolf outta breath Sold only new vocal cords I heard Genius on Gef So step back, to the lab at
