Testi:
The Sound Counting The Days

minute, did it again Now I'm in the back of the paddy wagon While this cops bragging about the nigga he's jackin I see no justice All I see is niggas dying fast The sound

awaken Born from the slums and taken Through the ritual, childhood, puberty, adulthood, maturity And mastery of me And my surroundings counting down the days

minute, did it again Now I'm in the back of the paddy wagon While this cops bragging about the nigga he's jackin I see no justice All I see is niggas dying fast The sound

train will carry the load Nothing but the sound of wheels Covering the silent road Nothing but the sound of wheels Covering the silent road Nothing but the sound

on everybody let's all get down Come on everybody let's all get down Come on everybody let's all get down What we bring to you, is the Boot Camp sound

[Intro, imitating the owl from the "Tootsie Pop" commercials] One ... two ... three... (Chomping sound) ... three!! [Canibus] Yo, in linear terms, my

and hopelessly we fail and they succeed There's no compassion in here My fingers keep curling into fists these days No one smiles on the streets these days

move so motherfucker don't say nothin' Stop the teller give up the cash bitch don't say nothin Fatal pull up quickly wit tha ride So we hop inside countin

the bumper hit the pavement, pull away and let the sparks fly Let the children have reason to laugh Instead of needing to craft ways and passages to see their last days