Testi:
Have Heart The Same Son

's a man who sleeps on the ice-cold streets his godsend not in me, but in his cardboard: his sheets yet I still see the same son.

s a man who sleeps on the ice-cold streets his godsend not in me, but in his cardboard: his sheets yet I still see the same son.

wake up, wake up." ...from the depths of this hell: where the free are slaves, no difference between the cowards and brave, where our love and hate have become the same

she remain in the same spot? The gunshots rang, they came from the cane spot Now look here I see her clutching her son In her arms she hurt Her heart

with the bag is running like a son of a bitch We have people with bags running across, running to the East River, the East River And we have four people

in breathe out, then its back to the dirt The fact of the earth is life is nothing more than vain glory Your born, you suffer, you die, it's the same

with a list of complainers I should have started RAPE: Rappers Against Phony Entertainers So we can make it known that we won't get swayed It's ninety-one son

Yo, your man could have ran when I rubbed him but he froze Son I ain't even rock him to sleep, the nigga dozed The bitch could have helped you get rich

times'll slice ya throat twice The one man army, rhyme with harmony Love, peace and happiness, still blast the nastiest Verbal conversation, deep meditation On this plantation, hood life, same