a glass I was connected to machines for thousands of tests, what a gas Now I'm still lying in my hospital bed, feeling the pain And my little flame
violently that the blood dripping from our chin is a symphony And I'm a mile away, from never turning around and living my life, rolling on gas fumes And
the mad streets and merkin Shot at strangers from out the Ranges and Suburbans Curtains for anybody perpin Leave in a hearse for certain Blood on the curb and
10 and started flaming, they did the same and Slugs spraying and blood raining, I left about seven thugs laying But this one cat was gaining, he grab the dame and
They need gas, cockin' heat back, be out like Freejack The heat's on, you think one-eight, and Johnny's blamed Who that nigga, burn biscuit and spit flame
the evening air I was blessed by a blood-red moon In Lincoln Park the dark was turning I spied a fair young maiden and a flame was in her eyes And on
1291 to keep their bodies warm I'm talking walkin' belts and neckties and boots for rodeo They don't run too fast, don't waste much gas, I'm makin' lots
small mammal, and then screeching along the guard Rail, scraping paint and throwing sparks like sheets of pure terror for 400 Yards Over and over With one final back and
blood of screams that shattered the violent complete this paradise were savage -- heard and not seen me Blown into fists of brer and jostled every first and
and all their families Of the murdered, tortured and slaved Raped, robbed and persecuted Never again To the men, women and children Who died and struggled
Or we can chill at the crib and play spades or kick some ass a bit Speed pass the clit and get passionate grab the buckle and unfasten it and we can
tracks when the wolf bains blooming by the tressel and get the eyeball of a rooster and the stones from a ditch and wash em down with bilge water and
than this. But your foundation is weak, And in time these walls must come down. Why don't you save all the trouble and pull yourself out. Take some gas and a match and
reasons in this gun And as we're falling down, and in this pool of blood And as we're touching hands, and as we're falling down And in this pool of blood, and
always first, never last Swift-swift, swifter blast, hit 'em with the iron fast Throw 'em in a body cast, sweat burnin' in the gas Set fire to the ash
and how they handle they biz How they connect with Jamaician niggas who speak American And how they chains swung a medallion iced out pelicans And how they stay wit four pounders And
really it contains acids and chemicals When her friend tries it, her hair falls out, Her face is wrinkled and her body scarred The thoughtful woman turns to her husband and winks And
resources, both mineral and human, Have been unscrupulously exploited. Peoples' pride and dignity is burnt in Napalm And hand-held flame-throwers. The poor and