through miles of blood-red tape Confessed a gaping mouthful Too much, too late [x3] No love, No hate Too much, too late [x3] True love, True hate
miles of blood-red tape Confessed a gaping mouthful Too much, too late [x3] No love, No hate Too much, too late [x3] True love, True hate
Traduzione: Cieli. True Hate.
truly expressing "gratitude" True thoughts of an atheist I'll swear to the one that even darkness fear With a sharp conscience Risen through lost faith I'm every drop of hate
expressing "gratitude" True thoughts of an atheist I'll swear to the one that even darkness fear With a sharp conscience Risen through lost faith I'm every drop of hate
the same way, right around the time when you got elected Ain't nothin changed All the promises you made, before you got elected.. .. they ain't came true
streets give me muthafucking peace I got nothing to lose and something to prove What do I do live Thug Life nigga stay true I wonder when they kill me is there a Heaven
captured all my rage and violence In time I learned a few lessons Never fall for riches Aplogizies to my TRUE sisters Far from bitches Help me raise my black nation Reperations are due Its true
say how you doin' I just called to tell you bout this new girl I'm screwin' She's a super model and you ain't shit She stands five foot eleven, a body from heaven
cat Fuck what you heard, I put the house on that Bitch [Chorus] [Talkin] You know (you know) I want you to remember (I want you to remember) Heaven is above all {heaven
Peace of mind's the only thing worth killin' for Exhaust all options, be sure that there isn't more It's the closest we can get to Heaven in this lifetime
as the engine's doctor Long enough to see my silhouette acquire a permanent kink in a posture The metenance of icicle spirit by the warmth of true endearment
I'll never forget true love see, it's gon last forever Keep my feet on solid ground, so we could ball together Since a young one never done one, stay true
me that's not true Maybe I'll never get to heaven But I don't care 'cos I got you Don't need no preacher jiving on me Heaven knows I've had enough Don
are these people who create aggression, fear and hate And then use them as tools to keep all others in their place We have created all greed and all hate
bartender) Spill a little bit of blood on the street For the love that goes to those who they drink too much And hold your own glass up to the heavens
