hole in my soul sorta like poker when you fold, wearin hot furs in the cold man ima die alone, you feel the greed all in my bones excuse my religion
bad religion (Bad religion) From a broken nation (A broken nation) Its a contradiction And I cant take it any f***ing more Its a bad religion (bad religion, bad
and it might've gotten bad Another day and I might have betrayed Every scruple Another day and I could've gone mad Another day and it might've gotten bad
AZ: Yeah . . . Word up CHORUS: [AZ] Tradin' places wanna piece of the pie Good guy, bad guy, we each gotta die It's all a game, some'll make the Hall
m straight from the streets I'm action-oriented when I'm screamin KILL CORRUPT POLICE I read books, reap intelligence to compromise my bad looks I roam
Phixion, if you ain't down wid us then you a victim We stay tight like killers up north a new religion The ghetto's hell filled wid bad luck and born
straight from the streets I'm action-oriented when I'm screamin KILL CORRUPT POLICE I read books, reap intelligence to compromise my bad looks I roam
What's the deal? A lot of cats who buy records are straight broke But my language universal they be recitin my quotes While R&B singers hit bad notes
's the deal? A lot of cats who buy records are straight broke But my language universal they be recitin my quotes While r&b singers hit bad notes, we
a visit, talkin bout her pregnant, by some other nigga. Beef is high blood pressure, and bad credit; Need a loan for your home and you're too broke to
The fool's religion Unprophet's truth Live self destruction Bad luck's your noose The fool's religion Unprophet's truth Live self destruction Bad luck
heal What's the deal? A lot of cats who buy records are straight broke But my language universal they be recitin' my quotes While R&B singers hit bad
sip 'em slow Motto no stress, smokin' less than I did befo' You see the kid was broke till I spitted vivid expressions of hard Livin ghetto children, of a lesser god, religion
a child of illusions once a king but you've lost your drown where the walls came tumbling down now you walk in the shadows down the boulevard of broken
ya cleavage By the way howard jesus I hope you been baptized Fucked up and meet ya maker, with two black eyes And broken legs, a broken hip, and an iv
stay The place is a mess, it's overcrowded, more are coming in everyday" I said, "Oh man, wait a minute there's gotta be something wrong I ain't a bad
in the real world I can't walk on water to will Everybody sells themselves Why don't you do the same?" Her calm is broken And she?s tired of toein? the line for you You have your religion