WANT TO DIE AND I DON'T WANNA LIVE IN A CAGE LIKE THIS IN THIS CAGE I DON'T WANT TO DIE AND I DON'T WANNA LIVE IN A CAGE LIKE THIS BUT IT DOESN'T
Превод: Лове Лике Блоод. Фразе.
, blind The mainline, Bloods are wavin flags like K'Naan The Crips throwin gang signs, the Beast in the street there to keep like a canine, and low like
Surely goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life And I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever Niggaz in my faction don't like askin
up and sucked up by this world Little girl you hide your pain with all them games Gettin' high and sellin' ya soul who can you blame Nigga love you what do they love
Giving up much love Dyin' for a street that they ain't never heard of But other motherfuckers want to stand strong So you know the phrase, once again
lost its breath I took the wrong road 'round Handsome is good, pretty is better What was that phrase, grace under pressure? Blind by the light bulb, blood
{*whispered*} Love me.. give me love.. Give me love food.. Give me love, so that I can.. kill.. Give me love, because I can.. kill.. He's not real.. (
is not about love 'Cause I am not in love In fact I can't stop falling out This is not about love 'Cause I am not in love In fact I can't stop falling
lyrical bombs like Hiroshima in '73 I write rhymes like Shakespeare when he wrote Anne Frank's Diary Which is about the Civil War of 1812 in Germany I'm like
reminisce like Mary J it's all that real love in my blood that keep my lyrics tight like my butt and my nuts brother what I'm all eternal like your guts
Dark clouds over this nation They are dark like once before They are the same slogans again A sense of new honour They spread forbidden thoughts A spirit
like this It's like Shakespeare with a nigger twist I get you pumped up Feelin' like you drunk, drunk When my beats bump, bump Lyrics hit like skunk blunts blood
I've always liked you boy 'Cause you were not afraid of me Things are gonna get mighty rough Here in Gomorrah-by-the-Sea" He said, "It's just like home
it?s the gospel) People need Jesus like phrases need commas, movies need drama, babies need momma Bridge 2: And everywhere you go tell somebody that Jesus loves you (Jesus loves
fly Down in h-town, Or somewhere in the mound, All eyes on me, baby, 'cause I get around We be like, connected Weak-ass niggaz get ejected Ooze like slime
mile markers And sets of eighteen wheels The phrase I love you Carved in crimson bone A tear falls from a stern eye Like blood from a crystal sky Absence
