Testi:
Peach Naked

You came out to nowhere with red roses pressed against your white chest You sat down beside me and you took me to a time when you could see A time when

our birthdays, are cursed days A born thug in the first place, the worst ways I'd love to see the block in peace With no more dealers and crooked cops

yellow paintballs at the cops shit White kids parents in the front yards is watchin Actin like The Beatles is here, givin me props and *clapping* I'm half-naked

In times of peace Times of war The sky remains the same You reach for the stars too far away The one who's born in misery Is left without a chance But

capture in the zoo's ghost predators food clothes medicine I think I'd funk a bunk colony to possibly amuse grown delegates food clothes medicine Peace

disgust In the middle of my round scene I will stand, astonished millions, You?ll get the peace in the world Without religions, Without the useless wars You?re promised bright light ? Naked

job Ayo RZA, good lookin' on that sixteen god You gotta figure I'm the cream of the crop The demon in Pac I leave 'em butt naked, make 'em eat the beam

to catch the best buzz Self-medicated, spirit on elevated Help take the self-made self-hate and celebrate it And I could tell you hated it when you felt naked

The finest linen, the type of ish she love to cop The miss Stiletto heels, she a fan of Barcelona She hating attention, but every naked eye on her Straight