I'm not saved by the things I do I give my life to you now Wash me in your blood I accept you in my life Broken chains I am no longer strapped down You
Traduzione: Figure Four. Catene rotto.
[Verse 1: Sev Statik] I sung a song of Freedom way before the sixties Shackled in my chains quickly, search for Freedom Stick these music notes to the
get a nigga bruised Late night at 'cha momma house to cut a fool Off the chain, in a sense we don't help none Conversating for an hour, with my chrome gun Four
got a coke bottle figure and an ass that shake like a bowl of jello You ain?t even almost rich They fuckin yo ass like the models in my porno flicks (broke
the streets License plates that say they, motto This is Chicago in the hay day Similiar to Good Times, I guess that I was Jay Jay A skinny nigga, young girls with penny figures
his enemies brains I guess he missed the two that came checkin' for change Didn't hear his pits squeal necks broke on choke chains Baskin' in the glow
hunred deep niga) Ayo i bust out the door wavin cash drawer, Empty the money in the the bag, Watch my back wit the four-four, Niggas hardcore, We about
projects, prison-industry complex Broken glass wall better keep your alarm set Streets too loud to ever hear freedom sing Say evacuate your sleep, it's dangerous to dream but you chain
deep niga) Ayo i bust out the door wavin cash drawer, Empty the money in the the bag, Watch my back wit the four-four, Niggas hardcore, We about to
