but i'm not fighting broken tatooed heart like words and promises and i've seen just too many wrongs for righting bitterfree -- the road that lies ahead two blue
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say we're bored and disaffected well I wonder how we got that way I can't see the silver lining can't even see the sun beneath the skies of grey hearing
you're looking around trying not to notice that things are really falling down everywhere we go we see the signs there and I don't see it coming round
moved by a movie medium is the message now you're saying do the right thing but then you turn around you turn around and do it wrong you gotta break
can't run away and look behind time's test will show you the path there is no way to alter yesterday your hour's running down - out of sand I walk down
retreat but i'm not fighting broken tatooed heart like words and promises and i've seen just too many wrongs for righting bitterfree -- the road that lies ahead two blue
seeing good and badness all around when I look around this place sometimes I just want to get away then I close my eyes til I see her face then I can
I'm looking for the truth can't find one anywhere just looking for the truth I know there's one out there looking for something . . . looking for something
it's out of control going too fast seeing things you never thought would last like a blind man who takes the blind off like a blind man who takes the
promises but will these changing days mean a bright new tomorrow? In my mind in my mind it's all the same when assumptions of the past come crumbling down
don't want to overthrow the day there's got to be a better way don't want to hurt nobody I just want to get away just want to close my eyes now wish
so where is all this going does anybody know shed a thousand tears but what have we got to show crime and hate and war they're still there all around
t look the other way and if you'd seen her face if you'd seen her just a smile that was withering away I wanna look but it's gonna be too late untouched by
slaughter, still gettin' swoll off bread and water. I don't know if they fags or what--search a nigga down and grab on his nuts. And on the other hand
Interpolated by Krayzie Bone and Layzie Bone [Sirens blaring.] Layzie: Fuck the police. Fuck the police. Fuck 'em . . . Krayzie: Surprise. You're
the slaughter, still gettin' swoll off bread and water. I don't know if they fags or what-- search a nigga down and grab on his nuts. And on the other
nigga stuck down the raw bust friends, back in the prison, foundin' rock to the troup here I smoke and tryin' to hide it but was played by the rule and
