a test, Do not adjust your set, Believers have a choice, To follow or be lead, It can't be a lie or a misprint, Ive seen it here in black and white,
Traduzione: Master. I credenti hanno una scelta.
's my choice, not your gift, I don't want to crawl under stone Say my name I will answer, Give a sign, you'll hear my prayer The more they believe,
thats a good enough reason so tha next time u niggas wanna lean back dont be surprised to find a gat where ya spleen at an i dont need a solo stack this a
defeat of a fascist dictator. It was a callous and savage piece of electioneering Designed to cover up horrific domestic problems. At a time when a peaceful
I look Used to be a straight a student, now he's a crook Robbin people just to smoke or shoot up Used to have a crew cut, now he's a pooh-put Dropped
the crow A life on the run - now I know The kingdom of disguise is the last place to go In the eyes of the world I'm a master of heresy Swimming against
? Bustin a cap at another kid who's black? It ain't all that when the shots are flyin back You made a choice, and the choice you made was wack Kinda tipsy
at me, pain goes by I'm the creature of the night I have no choice To use my force And carry on my way in the wild I got a mission, it's to be free Revolution
to a fan in the audience Turned to the crowd (uh) and said: So all be sure give that man a warning Cuz I'm'a fought'em this is real my performance I'm
, self-direction And self-complusion to have anything you desire The law of the will is the law of all rounds Of symmetric character of self God gave us a choice
look Used to be a straight a student, now he's a crook Robbin people just to smoke or shoot up Used to have a crew cut, now he's a pooh-put Dropped out
keep what you don't want And other times you'll give away what you really need Sometimes a rich man won't have a dollar And all a poor man has is greed
Life is a game, it's a And the only way you can participate in it Is you have to get involved With all your heart and soul Your mind, oh, your mind Is
my sister like Brandy and Ray-J whats the name of your clique, thug-a-thug-acation Thats not a gang, it's an organization How many awards u won, bout a
like there's a choice Because didn't you know We grow in dirt And it can hurt To grow in dirt Sometimes it hurts By every reprieve that I choose to believe