I let my fingers rest on her With greater pain and lesser worth Try to keep these saints at bay As I'm wandering this desolate earth So follow me around
I swear I'll never call you bitch again Believe Me [Chorus] We came too far (I know, I know) To throw it all away (All that is dead don't change each other
tried to keep us out Besides drew they know no blacks allowed With intimidation and segregation was a way for our freedom But now were impatient Blacks the other skin: dead
While parents prayed every night, their sons were dead Took mommy's little boy, left him in a foreign land Said, "You're fightin for your country, you
under my tongue to spit with related reasoning The earthworm turbulent murder burnout Gerber baby no brain or memoir stardom Alarmed, pardon the old buzz deader
to remind me The dead's winning the race With me going nowhere. Right down the street, A prostitute is selling The closest thing to love That this country
think I am the derelict daughter I fight fire with words Words are hotter than flames Words are wetter than water I got friends all over this country I got friends in other countries
just her friends and her neighbors. Kissed 73 babies and put dry pants on 34 of 'em, as well as others, and done the When thing several times, as well as a lot of other
Travel light but theres weight in my gun. they wanna know what country im from. Double Down road gypsies inch further (species american) Tired bones lyin next to each other
again. Country and city, kingdom of the well, of the unwell, You dwell in them both like a ghost - When old King George said to my long dead kin "Ten
s evident, this world is controlled on dead presidents Never hesitant, I'm soulless, filled with coldness Born to uphold this til I'm left dead from oldness
you play the levels too loud Impossible to cool down Make the ladies say "ooh oow" Brothers yellin' (hoe) I still be rockin' the party even though the other
And Pac died fuckin' with you caught up in this game Shit, everybody know it, they just all scared to say shit Kurupt a fuckin' trader, he betrayed his country
better to be Lying dead with honor, soldier, than to never be free Young niggas out here losing they dads In the battle of the son of the fags Every other country
