fight anymore And I'm still not sure what I'm doing here I'm praying and praying, who are we praying to That might understand And if you get this letter
fight anymore And I'm still not sure what I'm doing here I'm praying and praying, are you praying, too? Cause I do not understand And if you get this letter
Preklad: Navliekol. List Domov.
my own blood Lookin' for the reason that my momma's strung out on drugs Down to die, for everything I represent Meant every word, in my letter to the
thousand dollars, charge free, right out municipal Niggaz get played off to the left like they was southpaws Toss you to the Outlawz, then let them shoot it out
Strung out on leaving One leg stretched for the curb The other one grounds itself against rebirth So the swallows will stay in the barn The finches
"The Old Home Filler-up An' Keep On A-Truckin' Cafe" Oh, the Old Home Filler-up An' Keep On A-Truckin' Oh, the Old Home Filler-up An' Keep On A-Truckin
in my own blood Lookin for the reason that my momma's strung out on drugs Down to die, for everything I represent Meant every word, in my letter to the
Strung out on leaving One leg stretched for the curb The other one grounds itself against rebirth So the swallows will stay in the barn The finches left
nothing but a disease I folded it to save it but got lost within the crease Now I'm hoping I can't recognise the pictures Blurred out faces and the bodies
