Testi:
In Cold Blood Pain

I would of learned might of got me here faster Cold days in the back of the train Passengers faces reveal laughter, while some show pain Blind man come

I took a beating in 2003 At least I improved my threshold for pain See, my eyes swell up and poured out blood The next six months just cleaning it up

pain Gonorrhea and AIDS, too many to name Sex is alive in both young and old But a lack of education leaves us in the cold There may be a cycle that we

here he come [9 Shots] [Banks and 50] Ahh, ohh, what the fuck!? [50 Cent] Ahh! son, pull up! pull up! [50 Cent] Many men, wish death upon me Blood

my car [Verse 3] Look into the windows of my soul, the eyes never lie They blood shot red, its gaunja in my system, I'm high First its pain when you

by empty words that could never, strangle this heart blood stops cold in veins chills the skin, like wintery rains broken hearts, fake fucking pain

wars worth more than blood on my capillaries I'm not playin kid, I'll never take up (arms) In this cold world, I just chill with frost I'm hardcore, worse

love strapped into the chair the needle now descends as they lick their cracking lips their twitching never ends blood beneath their finger nails, swallow all my pain

hunter of tears, relative pain half of this world is dark with the stain the stain of unknowing the dead flower buds, on smiling lips is innocent blood