not the first You try to be a match for me, Don't waste your breath, 'Cos this is what you made me The whole of me dedicated to your misery, You
Traduzione: Face Down (US). For Your Misery.
Not Knowin It's Hard To Carry On When No One Loves You Picture Me Inside The Misery Of Poverty No Man Alive Has Ever Witnessed Struggles I Survived Prayin Hard For
love. Straight thugs. One time for my niggas in the jail cell. (One time for my niggas locked up.) One time for my niggas doin life in hell. One time for
to live, God forgive me for my sins Let me make it and I'll never steal again, or deal again My only friend is my misery Wantin revenge for the agony
, nobody violates the Don I write your name on a piece of paper, now your family's gone Why perpetrate like you can handle my team? So merciless that my attack'll take command of your
your job? <a href="http://www.testimania.com/">Testi Canzoni</a> Did someone die? What's the cause of all your suffering? Always looking down
out, in your first colony Took some of your own advice, and your psychology You destroyed all morale, and the ecology I'm sorry but I don't accept your
to You fear my face, don't wanna get near my face You get judged by your mug, they didn't hear your case Now face the wall -face the wall!- Your face
s in my back pocket, I hear the track I rock it Pull your arm outta socket, reachin for the cockpit Rock shit, roll shit, control shit Hold shit down '
by the same sword Choose your weapon, stains splattered upon your flag Taturag shielding the exterior inferior Stall face to face with a forms that force
stars Move space and time, break you out of your bars Wipe the tears from your face, sew up your scars Stop the whole human race in place for what they
know, misery loves a lonely stranger. And you?ve been waiting with open arms for so long (so long). Take your breath and roll it out it?s high time for your
in the fog, you are the swamp, you are the sand beneath my feet pulling me down. I have no face for your name, your roots never went any further down
it's painted on your face like the spread of an open book: time to throw it to the fire. Settle down beneath the ocean, stare upwards raise your arms
the lord for forgiveness while kept under a spell of a sweating locust's breath. No need to tell me 'cos its written on your face sliding down now with
much realer And in my callin' I could see the scrilla Playboy just said coke dealer, man I'ma try We had a lunch date, in 1988 And from your sad face
's cruel demands How can I face another hour alone Is there no hope for me within my misery Pain bleeding despair Ceaseless for so long Many years gone Longing for