Testi:
Say Anything Fed To Death

There was a man from Allentown who fed his son to death He calmly watched him gorge himself until his final breath And there he stood surprised and shocked

We're also prepared to say thanks for the privilege? Why should we accept servility as a bargain for dignity? Why should we passively accept death as

play with my head. There's nothing I can say. I keep feeling like I'm to blame. When will this end? One I can't remember anything. Can't tell if this

Either physically or emotionally, Do you understand what I'm talking about? Have you, have you ever felt like that? When you just, when you just... You couldn't feel anything

heart Vouchin to be the last woman of my breed Right alongside some niggaz who seem to feel the same way After all, one who stands for nothin falls for anything

get down to business I'm from the way back Where the brothers don't play that On the reel we're equal Check it It's life and death, damn, there's no

Doin' the speed limit or pushin' red lines Six months in the county or fed time I'm a be the 'Kiss nigga, until it's bedtime Anything I'm on is a classic

runnin to the grave getting closer to death I still ain't forgave my self For anyone who ever wondered how I felt I still ain't forgave myself And yea they say

they keep me straight 7 and 8, I'm countin money while they movin weight My daddy send me clothes and always tell me come and see him I say aiight but