, The rich will retreat to private bunkers with their wealth and possessions. * The injustice of inequality is sanctioned by the church. With its tradition
strong Why are there pieces of love that don't belong Nations droppin' bombs Chemical gasses fillin' lungs of little ones With ongoin' sufferin', as the youth die young
to my sqaudron 'cause I'm like the sergeant Or general but let me keep this minimal I used to hang with kids who like to live trife with a knife Cutting
so stronge, Why are there pieces if love that dont belong? Nations droppin bombs chemical gases fillin lungs of lil ones With ongoin' sufferin' as the youth die young
six or seven weeks now Haven't got sick once Probably keep us both alive Probably keep us both alive Probably keep us both alive Wooden ships on the
strong, why are there pieces of love That don't belong? Nations droppin' bombs Chemical gasses fillin' lungs of little ones With the ongoin' sufferin' as the youth die young
ones With ongoing suffering As the youth die young So ask yourself is the loving really strong? So I can ask myself really what is going wrong With this
of keeping alive Another night on the highway, blood and dust in the air New disease or addiction that brings that hip death stare In the media madness
way of keeping alive Another night on the Highway, Blood and Dust in the air New disease or addiction that brings that hip Death Stare In the media madness
a nuclear crisis, The rich will retreat to private bunkers with their wealth and possessions. * The injustice of inequality is sanctioned by the church. With
s up with Beanie Mac? (uh) What's up with Peedi Crakk? (uh) That's that street shit, man y'all need to bring it back How are the Young Gunz? What's up
yeah have fun baggin the gun the baddest kid on the block was a christian son went to the county jail not once but twice gambling with my life with the
orders to my sqaudron cuz I'm like the sergeant or general but let me keep this minimal I used to hang with kids who like to live trife with a knife
Hey now don't you feel sorry, yeah 'Cause there's no one dead or alive that I'd rather be And I've learned to deal with my mortal existence And the moral
a sheep's clothes Some peoples sang, a few begged for change A young girl skipped a long with her hand glued to a candy cane I, however, walked with my
light, and out the darkness To relieve the pressure and all the madness So here I come, a young man on the rise Doin' what's right to stay alive In a