We're doing alright Our friends by our side We fight a good fight And all of the pain, and all of the strife Means nothing to us We fight a good fight
you'd wait Don't give nobody no coochie while I be locked up state I kiss my Mama goodbye, and wipe the tears from her lonely eyes Said I'll return but I gotta fight
wait Don't give nobody no coochie while I be locked up state I kiss my Mama goodbye, and wipe the tears from her lonely eyes Said I'll return but I gotta fight
s all in vain All-City, all-state, all Terrain But all somebody's wanna make a name But it's all in the famly and all contained I hope this dope don't
you going to? Is you going do about it? Is you going be about it? Project Blowed! Abstract, Fat Jack, Ace-One Ladies and gentleman, good people Yeah, good
AZ) Fishscale, Professional, what's this about men lemme see what this about Anyway, the food will be ready in 20 minutes Peace Allah, hope tha scribe reach ya hands in good
m talking about my brothers Yeah, I'm talking `bout sisters as well I wish you good luck Good luck! Oh, but the world's still on fire Chain the hope
take us back to Auschiwtz to resume our concentration The stock market grows and the feudal state knows that the deck is in their favour Yet the dying breath of the nation state
mind. How can freedom be achieved if the poor fight to uphold The privileges of those who directly oppress them? * We look through one eye hoping the
patient A safe zone and alliance with Clayton With no avail he's exhibitin' Emotional distress and dissociative traits I think his only hope is the state
States' refrain It said: "I believe in the Power of Good I Believe in the State of Love I Will Fight For the Right to be Right I Will Kill for the Good
just a meaningless fad Hardcore formulas are dogshit Change and caring are what's real Is this a state of mind Or just another label? The joy and hope
pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America And to the Republic for which it stands One nation under God Indivisible... It feels so good
by the hate When I'm down and out, it keeps me goin', I'm risen by the fate In other words, it occurs, that these words I'd state State the truth in
you gon see in the future I hope I don't have to shoot you If you switch Went from hardcore to beggin like a bitch Revolutions good to bad Hoods to rags
Thought you'd never get caught, now you're no longer free Sold a ki to a D.T., and now you're history You fuss and cuss, but state time is a must So you
fighting in the hallway and the slamming door now I'm seeing you on the weekend forever for, but that's the score Now that's a common day occurrence, in the United States
