Testi:
The Scarred Battlefield

bite The hand you once adored because... Now you've gone too far. So let me show you How I will win every war and the battlefield is all Mines. Thieving

s a fight to surivive In our struggle we'll thrive Like warriors to a battlefield To no other fist will we yield This fight's been hard, this fight's been long But bruised and scarred

, sick and sad Yes, a fouler thing has not existed Yes, it's true I'm that sick and twisted Sick and twisted Bent and gnarled Rigid, raving Deeply scarred

see a battlefield covered by your dead dreams and corpses of your hopes you see a battlefield where you had to fight hard in a disadvantage to stay alive you survived bud you're scarred

wit Mr. Brown and his Jamaican friend Never to sleep again, unless I want my life to end [Tek] Take a rest blood, let me take watch of the battlefield

up, stand your ground and endure the strain When you see people running scarred, hope to be just a face in the crowd When you see people running scarred

nice) To make the fabric lightweight Weatherproof, and durable. All this to give some sort of posture and dignity To a broken body that is a host for scars

't deny it, I'm a straight ridah You don't wanna fuck with me Got the police bustin' at me But they can't do nuttin' to the G So many battlefield scars

We bear the bloodline of the conqueror Behold this war scarred coat of arms Weathered and worn are we But with an eye ajar we sleep with blade in hand