of a nightmare War & peace, you're walking just straight on the edge War & peace, you're dying in war, but you even can't live in peace You gun down
Traduzione: Running Wild. War And Peace.
a nightmare War & peace, you're walking just straight on the edge War & peace, you're dying in war, but you even can't live in peace You gun down your
and church With wild things that make Maurice Sendak question his early works But no hostages, no promises Out the clock corporate constant sprockets Now clocked-off grommets Running
'm going in Uh... Why you running with those lames that's tapped out AOTP is front line with they macs out And we don't rumble no more we comin' for war
(feat. 2Pac) (yeah, yeah the F. A's coming str8 from the wild wild west) [Verse 1: Merciless] Look at baby girl born in 19-7-deuce Pop's on his fix
blowned off by the fifth, uh You wanna be there, layin' all stiff, uh Everytime you go uptown, you get jipped, uh That's karma, boy, running your lip,
news... As Wall Street goes, so goes the nation. And here's a look at the closing numbers ? racism's up, human rights are down, peace is shaky, war
have a natural meal that's untampered with landing in the wheelchair, lamping poppa tracks about chef pants sagging off his ass, little children running wild
searching for the dolphins in the sea Sometimes I wonder do you ever think of me Sometimes I think about Saturday's child And all about the times When we were running wild
he awoke that evening with the smell of wood-smoke clinging Like a gentle cobweb hangin' upon a painted teepee He went to see his chieftain with his war
you must do!" Disarmament, deitente, peace - promises, not more Reality are fightin' soldiers dying in this war Die in hell Stop these politicians, for they create the war
The ladies on the corner are selling their bodies, and everybody wants a part in that party I'm hanging out tough, rocking late at night, running wild
nose blowned off by the fifth, uh You wanna be there, layin' all stiff, uh Every time you go uptown, you get jipped, uh That's karma, boy, running your
awoke that evening with the smell of wood-smoke clinging Like a gentle cobweb hangin' upon a painted teepee He went to see his chieftain with his war
Sometimes, I think about Saturday's child And all about the times When we were running wild I've been searching For the dolphins in the sea Sometimes
