Fight, the dead eyes open You-Must-Survive, when the dead eyes open Diseased filth in all directions, lock and load end the infection You-Must-Fight, the dead eyes open
shit's constantly hot, on my block It never fails to be gunshots Can't explain a mother's pain, when her son drops Black males living in hell, when
sober is dry another pill in my pocket and I'm wonderin' why I cannot shake this fuckin' feelin' thrillin' drillin' my senses interventions of drug use break my defenses my semi open eyes
of hope is what I long for Happiness Solitude Strength Survival When will someone just open their eyes? And step out from the shadows We are living amongst the dead
dark and dank And the sky, hadn't had a rain cloud in it for 25 years.... The buildings were dead and the alleys Stunk from things that used to live there
s of niggas Dead left under the river From the days of slaves To hurricanes in Orleans See my people's grapes floatin' amongst the waves It's hell to
(feat. Monoxide Child, Blaze) Visions of my childred wiping tear from open eyes As they Kneel baside my coffin family say their last goodbyes But ita
m sicca than period pads drippin' All over your hands gettin' The back seat or the trunk, it's your choice Dead or alive, smothered and fried The way you better uncover your eyes
cause I've seen goals get distracted by girls I've seen violence, I've seen money ruin lives I've seen it all on a tupac mural We're all ready dead, maybe
t give a fuck Diplomats live it up, clak, clak, give it up We gon ball till we fall, gon ride in the five Keep pies in our eyes, stay high til we die
mind, the fear of dying expired of life, to vomit the soul I am dead within my self The end a beginning to a new life in hell I am your path to ever-
got black soul Flows I creates "Unforgettable" like Nat King Cole Bulletholes through the shields of your Landcruiser (your click) My click is stoned like they eyes
leatherface, you must be kidding I consider myself a dog trainer: I'm most bitten But I've been written a billion bars of dissin for any rappers dead
Yes Sir, I Will" The door stands open - Across lines, invisible hands are held, golden streamers building in the night. <a href="http://www.testimania
seen it all, I'll see it again I shake allot of hands but I don't got allot of friends. It goes on, and on and on hell rasing Hollywood Welcome to Babylon. Live
Eighty Seven Ways For Me To Get Out My Mind And Let That Beretta Raise Or Pop The Shotgun Bet You Never Met A Guage Leave You Deader Than Dead Stop Your
here Tear down - The blood clotted walls of reality Break through - The lies of the living world Burn your body - your disguise Face eternity with open eyes
