I didn't notice you reached in with your hand Ripped my heart and my soul out and left me a broken man I'm still breaking, breaking (A broken man) x
nobody comes in and opens, the door Ah man, what is up with you man? I'm leavin', what? Why you scratchin'? Your face like that man? Look ugly, self-righteous
What was a friend now a ghost in the dark, cold hearted 'bout it Nigga got smoked by a fiend, tryin' to floss on him Blind to a broken man's dream, a
radio, turned up my stereo Day in and day out each and every day you know In ontario the same old scenario They didn't hype lennox lewis just mario *echoed* Egerton, broke
politician was on the radio Saying that no one in the UK suffered from want. Next day I saw an old man pleading for a handful of coal; His wife was dying
keep my ear to the streets So it's up to me to bring you the truth I saw a movie were George Bush Had a bearded man on his squad So much power from
, a different finger on the trigger Down by the river that talks the night speaks in searchlights And shortwave radio squawk, the police patrol the streets But I've left behind the man
is Westwood I'm at Radio 1 just doin' my thing tonight And just walked into this studio some of the hottest UK cats out there My man Skinnyman {Woah
bury niggaz close to heart What was a friend now a ghost in the dark Cold hearted bout it nigga got smoked by a fiend Tryin' to floss on him blind to a broken man
2 out of the five of these fuses are wired live, if I wanna survive I gotta FIND THOSE DETONATORS! [Verse 1: El-P] Broken and bleeding writer dash of
my ear to the streets so it's up to me to bring you the truth I saw a movie were George Bush had a bearded man on his squad So much power from oil money
in and opens, the door... (Ah man, what is up with you man? I'm leavin, what why you scratchin your face like that man? Look ugly, self-righteous, do-
years ago a politician was on the radio Saying that no one in the UK suffered from want. Next day I saw an old man pleading for a handful of coal; His
was a friend now a ghost in the dark, cold hearted bout it Nigga got smoked by a fiend, tryin to floss on him Blind to a broken man's dream, a hard lesson
m at Radio 1 just doin' my thing tonight And just walked into this studio some of the hottest UK cats out there My man Skinnyman {Woah, woah}, Blade
, a different finger on the trigger Down by the river that talks The night speaks in searchlights And shortwave radios squawk The police patrol the streets But I've left behind the man
