Testi:
Burning Heads Homeless

I ain't got no home Ain't got no papers I ain't got no job I ain't got no bucks Ain't got no time left Ain't got nowhere Nowhere to hide And this is

there that's doin this now And a lot of cats out there that threw in the towel Some are new to the style, so they take time to learn Other cats want burn

[Aesop Rock] Yo change the fuckin channel I burn a Coma candle When the flame fades, consider my flatline a soldier's sample We them cats talkin noise

it fell in my lap passin', postin' the bail but the guard has misplaced the key ring (that's wonderful) I lead a flee to blaze exact songs directly into the village power supply burning

are real this aint N B HIGH You niggas aint got no balls and won't die I'm a certified killer, with *Stock in the Game* Burn marks on my hands from the

savior Enabled to outlast disease that plagues ya Scientists with remedies, save 'em for later In God we trust, written on the paper Which soon will burn

the homeless daughters Standing there with broken wings I have seen the flaming swords there over east of eden Burning in the eyes of the Maker Burning in the eyes of the Maker Burning

by the riot squad Aiming guns right at your head So you turn right around And play right into their hands And set your own neighbourhood Burning

runnin New York Who woulda thunk it, God above and Pun did Yeah, they came while I was 'sleep Whispered in my ear this is your year {CRACK PREACH!} So I testify To burn