Texty:
Through The Eyes Of The Dead As Good As Dead

our shoulders Regret that lasts a lifetime As these haunting dreams Slowly come to life One thing is certain We are as good as dead We are nothing Careless as

night Are you willing to sacrifice your life? Bitch, I'm a monster, no-good blood sucker Fat motherfucker, now looks who's in trouble As you run through

stranger lay dead on the floor Just for a moment I stood there in silence Shocked by the foul evil deed I had done Many thoughts raced through my mind as

seems as if them two boys Bizzy and Layzie Done got theyselves into another jam Well I'd love to see them boys get theyself outta this one Soon as I

And as beautiful as life is there still could be pain Down the block I hear the sirens just-a screaming away And then the inevitable happens the ending of days Sad as

Wow, a bad child that turned good Now, I?ve earned good, but I?ve burned better That cush, please just sush, wuss, I?m the team captain Get your first letter, bitch (Pussy) You thinking, you dead

with such compliments Some degrading psalm of praise Like the kind that converted you to me so long ago Because the truth is that gossip's as good as

too much (aha-ha) Too much, too many people, too much, Raaah! A castle in the sky, one mile high Built to shelter the rich and greedy Rows of eyes, disguised as

communicate Chicago to brooklyn nigga real ones do relate (Verse 2: Talib Kweli) If lyrics sold then truth be told I'll probably be just as rich and famous as