Testi:
Kids Of Survival

And when you're lost. I'll be your way home tonight. Your hearts will cost. But I will hold on oh so tight. [[Chorus]]: You say, you say. You say, you

She signs this letter with her lipstick and seals it with a kiss sincierly my everything She signs this letter with her lipstick and seals it with a

G, the stuff got hectic Getting triple-teamed by three punk white detectives. Im coughing up blood, holdin on my ribs For every hit I'm thinkin bout killin all they kids

dusty foot philosopher Sicking up the monitor Waking up the auditors da dum da dum da dum And I?ve seen war and some Survived the slaughter son Kids

first stand proud Ain't looking for hand-outs Twenty-five years up in this bi**h And I'll be damned if I ain't leaving rich And leave my kids a grip I

hurts so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch Cops give a damn about a negro pull the trigger kill a nigga he's a hero Give the crack to the kids who the

hatched, sparkin the flame inside my brain like a match, such a dirty game No memories, just a misery Paintin a picture of my enemies killin me, in my sleep Will I survive

nothin' So I just go with what i know I dont trust none Look what the 80's did To what's Bebe's kids And now we grown up Nobody ain't own us yet Young

on When it's on it's on There's, never a good day, cause in my hood they let they AK's pump strays where the kids play And every Halloween, check out