in my head. When the fire is at your feet. Not a knife thrown yet and you already bleed. Preachers of reality, It is all but real I see. Oh watch over
Traduzione: Ferito. The Real.
my head. When the fire is at your feet. Not a knife thrown yet and you already bleed. Preachers of reality, It is all but real I see. Oh watch over my
on the other side of the law When the price is fluctuating go up and down like a see-saw But I didn't say no 'hee-haw' clown shit This real I'll slap
Quivering nails, tight warm flesh Of nothing else it's laid to rest Wanting nothing less for what is needed Or seen as a wound forever bleeding
d better run When I catch up you better have a gun I'm so wound up from playin' dumb This time it's real and real isn't fun You never saw this side before
s my time to go I pray the Lord hold me (U can be touched) [Kastro] I was born in the city that never sleeps Schooled by the realest of the real ni**
The open wound she hides She just keeps it bundled up And never lets it show She can't take much more of this But she can't let it go And that's ok,
Kissed Her Kids And Waved Goodbye, She Had A Real Bad Habbit Of Taking A Sip, Before She Put The Car In Drive, Now Shes Gone And Wound Up In The Way,
ground And I can?t help but wonder where I stand Sometimes life is like a battlefield Where I?ve walked among the wounded And the scars are all too real
curfew Cook and clean for the kid like silly in color purple (UH-HUH UH-HUH) I know you wanna pop me but (but) If I hit you first, the exit wound gon
head wound The room is cold, in there, I can see my tomb I see my son and my daughter and they cryin' with tears Heaven or Hell, a real nigga don't show
MEAN A THING ALTOUGHT IT APPEARS TO BE THAT THE LOSER IS KING I CAN UNDERSTAND THAT WHAT YOU SEE YOU THINK IS REAL BUT UNDERNEATH THE SURFACE IS A WOUND
Life seems to stand still in time As the soul retires, deaf, dumb and blind And all we feel If far from real As these gears which, once, had driven us
like salt on a wound, dominate my new found spirit land. Seeking wisdom in the darkness hovering helplessly around our pain crying with absence of real