I've had it! It's no use I can't take no more abuse I'm tired of the fuckin' lines I'm losing my mind I'm going to...explode I've had it! Killin'
Traduzione: Black Flag. Ne ho abbastanza.
The story told a great divide It's the one I've heard a million times And it's so cliche the words you say Watch you as you waste the day, I know it
I don't speak, I float in the air wrapped in a sheet I'm not a real person, I'm a ghost trapped in a beat I translate when my voice is read through a
Louieville Sluggah] I'm an NC king, a BK boss He can floss, 'cause he came off With big black, housin' bags of money Shit, I had to get it, ain't a damn
Sadat X)] You have to stand as a black man Brand Nubian From the Sudan plus I never ran I'm from Africa, the central region There I grew and formed a
you've put me in projects I realize it was an experiment So when you put me in jail I realize I just made it through the millions I'm just another rat
shooting stars portents of rips I ascended to spur A mere glimpse of murmur From her precious celestial lips Be it sun to your moon ?Be it moon to your
blind eye to the lies just to keep it all together, But sometimes when I'm alone like this I wonder whether it's worth it. Smiling and socialising. Endless
blood He's forever got the holes to show that it was love Kid, it's bugged too wonderful for me outlandish even if I had more legs I couldn't stand it
life I've been grinding and cappin Cappin' and juggin, juggin and pluggin' But when you think about it it is rather disgusting I hail from the state where
it, take it back B I messed up because I'm talking too much Take it from the top. Take it from the top New York, I mean, I mean I know y'all gon home
seem to be stuck on that beginner stage, I'm on fire yup I've been a blaze, I got dough to blow, but I wanna blow it right, You look nice, and yo frame
all seem to be stuck on that beginner stage, I'm on fire yup I've been a blaze, I got dough to blow, but I wanna blow it right, You look nice, and yo
distressed, I know I should've but do I would Muthafucker tried to buck, that's why I had to do it I could've blew it, I did it execution style He was
feed the sea with ghosts I see your hunger for a fortune Could be better served beneath my flag If you've the stomach for a broadside Come aboard my pretty boys I
