Down with the city lights. Burning hearts with grief. So many times I crawled on this way. There's a pain in sight. Everyone's insane. Same old town and
in a hospital bed But he'll never be better He's already dead I'm ten miles outside the city And I'm lifted away In an ancient light That is not of day
Whore who brings forth a dead child The gods build rage in icy rain Raging lashing the brows Before the end comes Plague purple on the possessed Green
this godforsaken city Where everybody is homeless or they look homeless I was drawn to the piers and they looked to me like Two beacons in a hurricane city
s right I go hotta at this beeso I know Who work at the Texaco Gas station, pacin' back down memory lane Feelin' strange can't Explain, so bare wit me pleae Thru this green light
not even him can save him He put his faith in a, thirty-eight in his waist But when you live by the gun you die by the same fate End up, dead before thirty
Inner city, actin like bitties, you're pussy so here kitty kitty, come get some milk from my hoe's titties Cross at the green not in between or get hit G Red light, green light
s pissed so he'll harass my ass Shining the light on my face keeping my hands on the dash, Now ask yourself what to do-what to do, when a city like Pico
in the Benz with the bubble eyes, everything we own is customized S.L.A.B. trick'll leave you hypnotized, upside is on the rise Gorilla nigga don't be surprised, Dead End
with the reek of the compost, as the livig try hard to retain what the dead lost, with double dead sickness from writing at what cost and business and
for live, aka Southside for life Z-Ro, K.T., recognize my motherfucking team [Z-Ro] Let me introduce myself, I'm Z-Ro the Crooked, Mo City block The
could save him now He was trapped inside a dead-end hellslide Riding on his fear hunched back Was everyone of those yellow green I'm telling you thirty
total nobodies earth lies divided by fighting tribes all we do is watch em waddle back and forth lighting fires (money money) detonator wire cutters pliers two cities
reek of the compost, as the livig try hard to retain what the dead lost, with double dead sickness from writing at what cost and business and business
right I go hotta at this beeso I know Who work at the Texaco Gas station, pacin' back down memory lane Feelin' strange can't Explain, so bare wit me pleae Thru this green light
nigga We can turn this motherfucker into Dodge City motherfucker Nigga I don't give a fuck nigga, can't you tell bitch?! [Bizzy Bone] Someone caught stressin, dead
How we'll be received, how we shall end These things don't change You can change your clothes Change your hairstyle, your friends, cities, continents