Testi:
Last Years Hero How Stupid

things seem. I tried to make sense of all of this, It's useless when you mean nothing to me, I thought this was meant to be, How stupid of me. How stupid

was a sell-out I'd be a stupid motherfucker but I'm not, no I'm not a zero Tell you whatup, c'mon, niggaz ain't hero You ran 100 Miles to avoid a jack

in all this? We're given life yet we court death. For Christ's sake how long? How long, oh Lord, how long? Still we lay prostrate before a stylised figure

All the champs and the heroes They got a price to pay They go from sixty to zero In the split of a hair They see the face in the window They feel a shadow

where are we in all this? We're given life yet we court death. For Christ's sake how long? How long, oh Lord, how long? Still we lay prostrate before

the truth The mean streets took six more lives overnight all the result of gang-bang stupidity By the way, you gangsters should know one of your victims was a three year

truth The mean streets took six more lives overnight all the result of gang-bang stupidity By the way, you gangsters should know one of your victims was a three year

truth The mean streets took six more lives overnight all the result of gang-bang stupidity By the way, you gangsters should know one of your victims was a three year