waiting to take you away Why don't you let it lay Won't you walk away Let it end today Why don't you let it go Land of democracy Land of hypocrisy Forced
Превод: Dead Soul Tribe. Защо?.
They got power that you can't comprehend, my friend They want you dead, yo, you're dead before the daylight ends Your eyes shiver and you grit your teeth You sold your soul
need me at baggage claim in the same way never has the status change so when i tell you i love you, that's explains why i'm trying to get the ...souls
'm still tripping Forget living, I'm on a suicidal mission Tears dripping from my eyes as I look up at the sky Asked the higher power why my old man had
beam But I fiend for the future at my finger tips One of the minor technicalities of my head trips You Better Work The Barea Soul terror, been told
why you wanna bury me all alone I bring a new meaning to underground rap Dead or Alive, I'm still Born to Mack Always on the pop charts, straight rapping I'm not dead
you up, with my sisters You wanna get us yeah, the venom splitters Your style's trash, don't litter You got the jitters the hard hitters No quitters your soul
You're giving more respect to a dead man than you do my man And my man's got the plans in his hand (Why wait until the heartbeat stops?) (Heartbeat props
neck of the woods, is a no-no Cause I got a 4-4, lay low please Everytime I open my mouth, mo'fuckers would never believe That's why a nigga trip a lil
I'm three steps ahead of them look at em dead in the eye their as crooked as a cloud in the sky well I'm the who, what, why, where, when of sewer rats
that I call 'em, back from the essence Who the fuck want more lessons? It's over Know what I'm sayin'? it's over The dead bury the dead, it's over Your
like Lee Harvey Oswald, all's well that ends well My big brother Divine, he pushed the Benz well I got the cherry Range, broke and rockin' heavy chains I'm from the tribe
I die 'cause my son is alive I grew up doing dumb shit that made me wise Coulda died ten times that made me live Sell my soul, not for no cars and gold
old and cold, and your soul is your best friend My mama prayed for me Tell the Lord to make way for me, prepare any day for me (why?) Cause when they
Dont ask why. [Jamie Maddrox] It was Tuesday December 24, 97. Time on the clock 1:11. Thinkin bout sendin somebody to heaven. On the crossroads of faith of a soul
miss the trippin Trippin an clippin Lets get to dippin Mutherfuck gonna die Becouse he lied About my hommie flippin Swole head and a broke jaw Fuck that My nigga you dead
