with drugs and fame and lies Breathing in breathing out I look through the dirt six feet under ground Buried alive let me out I'll take my last breath
drugs And fame and lies Breathing in, breathing out I look through the dirt six feet underground Buried alive let me out I'll take my last breath, lost
drugs and fame and lies Breathing in breathing out I look through the dirt six feet under ground Buried alive let me out I'll take my last breath lost
Traduzione: Dolore. Breathing In, Breathing Out.
now you know the 808 is showing I do damage in just one moment Here's a little message to those who want to hang out Just remember that I give pain out
H.A.W.K.:] It's not, that I didn't believe Or that I wanted to leave, we both just needed to breathe Maybe now, the pain will ease And you won't grieve
for you Gator, lay them niggaz on they back Lay them niggaz out flat, still squash the chit-chat Still beat em with the bat, still breathing with the
a two-way street I'm in the middle I'm looking for a quick way out But apathy won't get me out of this It won't get me out of here You'll never know
Breathe it in and breathe it out And pass it on, it's almost out We're so creative, so much more We're high above but on the floor It's not a habit,
sore Push breath and pull Ripping out compassion Instincts adapting Sin sings a moan In slides night Unite and spread the heart apart And smile of pain
fear that was controlling me. It was only just a whisper form my breath. It has returned and so I wait for the... Rage unbridled. Not what I used to be. Pain
to see your face again a photograph for me Your voice calling out again nothing left for me You try to find your place again waiting just to Breathe Weakness
a fall to the next nigga, I murder you bitch I would love to watch you bleed and take ya last breath Give you pain, and let you get acquainted with death
in your arms again and get me through this day, [Chorus:] How am I supposed to heal? Shout out in the rain, All my heart and sole can feel, Is endless, undying pain
cause I'm comin back like Jesus Bow down to my ill nation runnin from drug cases Lookin at my congregation so full of thug faces Momma gave a ni**a breath
in the mirror Cause his reflection makes the pain turn realer Times of Armageddeon, murder in mass amounts In this society where only gettin the cash counts I started out
a blunt to take the pain out And if I wasn't high, I'd probably try to blow my brains out I'm hopeless, they shoulda killed me as a baby And now they
