No time for your scenester shit no time for your popularity contest no time to watch you pose no time for your trendy clothes fuck the dance show, just
who to be? Honest anger wasnt cool enough for you now you've got fans and money but still not a clue anger with meaning and feelings that ring true last
Remember when we were kids on the losing team no chance of coming back the game was called on that ten run rule no more games this is life we're still
I wish I could skate and destroy everyting I see underlying beauty masked by concrete nothing left to hold me back wild on the streets and on the attack
Is it hot in here or is it just me it seems we forgot what this was supposed to be I know its hard to give a shit but this worlds got a problem so lets
George w bush is a fucking idiot not my leader never will be destroying the world with corporate greed inbred aristocracy you call this a democracy?
It seems like the only reason to go on is I dont believe in suicide but I cant just last 'til the next show which will snap first will it be my body
Nero played the fiddle while Rome went up in flames I hope I'm around long enough to do the same violence in the headlines, emo in the scene not sure
but all and all I remember driving up to your house and still thinking I'm still thinking why should I waste my time are these your last words any different
Traduzione: Ad Martire. Le ultime parole di ogni significato.
[Chorus: x2] Nice guys finish last and stay broke Bad guys finish first and push coke From the bay where they made the word playa hater Where they shoot
Those words on the shelf Not giving me any help at all Disguised as my guide Won't lead me anywhere Dictate what to feel They're trying to make it all
Everybody has a question, If not an adoring letter, If not words of disappointment, I'm being blackmailed with integrity, I read every word, I cannot
'm violent, just cause I refuse to be silent These hypocrites are havin fits, cause I'm not buyin it Defyin it, envious because I will rebel against any
From a to z, just like the alphabet Find another brother to [fuck] with, cause I'ma get Angry, then run through the chain of command The last to stand
think it was Preme, Freeze or Tah, Tah?" Nigga, street shit should stay in the street So, keep it on the low But everybody who's somebody already know A few words for any
these games people play word (ok fool) [Outro] Well you know hey, hey... man I hope... you know that's just some tight shit we wrote (how long till lunch) any
old hip-hop music There's no comparison, so don't you confuse it With any other, in a class of its own Some might say it's the vocal tone Word, talkin
