Testi:
Without Face Depression

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Robinson. Billy Martin.. " [Buckshot] "Straight from Crooklyn, better known as Brooklyn" [Guru] "Never takin shorts, cause Brooklyn's the borough" [Special Ed] Panic, as another manic depressive

death shit I know I'm soundin' selfish Between my life and they past and I'm highly effected I can't walk down Bryant without seein' Info's face Knowin

sound booth Collect grammer Like panhandlers On skid row My John Doe'll Build a vision where thought can go walking Without the Devil hawking Stakes Is

she can fly She will fall out of the sky But in the face of misery She found hopefulness Feeling better She had weathered This depression Much to her

run, a sleepaway camp here We only, take [Thee Undatakerz] Manic depressive, mental patient In a basement smokin wet in the morgue With a swordfight, cat up, runnin meditatin Without

that I've said And this one's for everyone who Can't see how anyone could lie "I love you, yes I do," and with that there's no other way out But without

it the evil poet, you got no hands you can't catch it when I throw it depression makes you cut dimes until your brain crashes like the streets without

run, a sleepaway camp here We only, take [Thee Undatakerz] Manic depressive, mental patient In a basement smokin wet in the morgue With a swordfight, cat up, runnin meditatin Without