Testi:
Dead Hearts These Are Our Lives

These are our lives But we act like the walking dead With hollow eyes we watch our time Slip through our hands And nothing's ever said No matter what

leave them a choice Cause who are we to say who lives and die Breathes and stops All this judgement on other lives Needs to stop What are we livin' for

man, no witnesses Only the questions of who smoked the man, young adolescents in our prime live a life of crime, though it ain't logical We hobble through these

practice black magic And speak to the dead (speak to the dead) Minds fried like bleach to the head From the stuff being preached by the Greeks if you read? Our main attraction is our

maybe there's a reason to have these thoughts change even more with the season lay low while the stars are fading be low when the lights are waiting dead

is our world and these are our times This is our world and these are our times Little brother like a street god with a drop dead attitude Say he's looking

and we'll sever these ties with a fucking pact. Through blood we share the world it's anybody's guess where we'll end up, our lives are just a fucking

receive a headless execution For not following the Atoms Nebular constitution, these Poems are living documents, so when I die My ionic generation collects the pie Let's question the "Dead

and Mikey Styles, shit is live Yeah, yeah, yo [Verse 1: Mr. Q] So watch the story of a young thug Niggas is busting Niggas is trying to get they hand on our