Testi:
Spain Hoped And Prayed

country and shall make war against you, we shall take you and your wives and your children and shall make slaves of them and we shall take away your goods

(Everywhere I go) Niggas give me props, bitches give me cock Hustlers on the block, buster's gettin' shot Playa haters jock and pray that they got cop

my boiling brain Made craters of my eyes The mystery of history it is not revealed We hear not clear but only with hope and fear And the pomp of crime, and

wreck is all we pray, Busted abroad at break of day Broken and splintered upon the reef, Bread and wine to calm our grief. Lord of rocks and tide and