Testi:
Grave And Here I Die

Hanging, hanging here crying Slowly I'm dying with tears in my eyes My worlds is turning black And here I die crucified What kind of father are you who

Hanging, hanging here crying Slowly I'm dying with tears in my eyes My worlds is turning black And here I die crucified What kind of father are you who

I grew up in the city where everything is rough Where everywhere I turn, I seen somebody gettin bust Plus everywhere I look All I could see is a crackhead

hear me Cause if you don't I come up close And say it clearly. I got ta' know-I got ta' go! I strive fa' my pay each and every way But this type of shit

the worldly things And how He told me to cut loss the drunks (dross?) and earthly things I know I wanna sin, but dawg I'm born again And by grace He displace

I'd go to hell and back over and over again Just to prove to you how much I need you here There is nothing that I wouldn't do I'd cry for you I'd lie

, scarred and barred Searching for truth, where it's hard to find God I play the Pied Piper, and to this Thug Life, I'm a lifer Proceed, to turn up the

I got sprung and learn to love weapons. But now I'm through with money and through with street fame. Somebody peeled my cap and put me in my grave.

's aborted, with no verbal support And when I command the microphone I gets deadly as Kahn though With a bear and a snake and a panda, I'm on those