As I'm in you, all the way through Nothing can save you now Damn you Damn you Damn you Damn you I recall my last sunrise You seeped through my skin Teeth
Traduzione: Christian Death. Damn You.
Racism is as American as apple pie And if one black man dies who's gonna cry? Smashed and handcuffed and beaten to death One colored boy to deal with
yellow you look so thin Deep dark circles, we know where you've been Just wishing you can hold your luck It seems you don't give a royal fuck Cause you
shells to your chrome, you dig that? I'm life, I'll bring the moon to your night I'll put the d**k to your wife And I'm the Jesuz of your Christ You
you plan to be rich There's ten rules to the game, but I'll share with you two Know, niggaz gon' hate you for whatever you do Now rule one -- get your
never felt so damn young But you don't look a day over zero And you don't look a day in the times cuz it'll make you realize The night is near so Well
wear no disguise So what you see is what you get and that's five-foot eleven 150 pounds of unadulterated heaven I sleep ass-naked, no boxers, no briefs It's been damn
up to Christ to hurt you, nah, I'd rather do it And I'll talk to him later, creation to creature You don't deserve your physical, death is one syllable
pills there's no oil in Vucovar when a one night stand kill's no matter who you are When the Earth cries loud but not a damn thing is heard and a pussy
Supply. Not until that mine has torn you in two you'll think just fucking "why". At the bottom of the crater in a burning deaths terrain. You grab your
in Christ (take it in Christ) Cuz I'm knowin I can't make it alone (uh, uh) You told me not to buy you a new house because in heaven's your home and as
s inside you Look in the rear-view, he's still dragging behind you Pull it over, you skidded off half his shoulder Pouring rain you can still smell the
you actin' a thug (thug) You will get smacked with some bub, I got my mask and my glove Yup we wildin' again, the cops you dialin' again (what) Guns matchin
[Cam'ron over singer] Uhh, Killa, yo .. You got to wonder man, what is all this shit really worth, y'knahmean? Uhh, uhh, you ain't got ya man here to
To heal the wounds of the tissue scarred to mark the death of my womb But I've graduated, got my wings And you've got to let go of my constructed Lego
when it falls on you? how do you run from the sky when it falls on you? how do you run from the sky when it falls on you? how do you run from the sky?
