When I didn't wake up this morning I took a step down to Hell Left the shell of my earthly existence In his kingdom forever to dwell Where the winds
Take me on, don't leave me blue Nobody knows me better than you Stay with me, you can help me through Nobody loves me better than you I know crying is
t hate, cause I've never been a confederate guy So when I die, I look God dead in the eye He said I got a room for you and a bed in the sky But y'all
to give a nigga like me the rope And when this shit hits There's gonna be a lotta white kids rollin with the Africans You can't sweat skin Cause ??? a
kill a minority, but muthafucka mad, 'cause I ain't the one for a punk muthafucka with a badge and a gun to be beatin' on and thrown in jail. But we
to kill a minority, but muthafucka mad, 'cause I ain't the one for a punk muthafucka with a badge and a gun to be beatin' on and thrown in jail. But
to kill a minority, but muthafucka mad, 'cause I ain't the one for a punk muthafucka with a badge and a gun to be beatin' on and thrown in jail. But we
my knees get weak To the point i had to take me a seat This shits deep When they put a nigga down that you was raised around What was once a minor statement
, the metaphoric prehistoric The pre-meaning before it, preparing for war shit Their god's only a graphic, the sky's computer blue There is a moral malfunction
you Eyes intertwine through the haze Intoxicated by your bloodshot stare In all of my dreams I never thought I'd see A face that could launch a thousand
rhymes listen What you tryin to do help the guys in blue Indict duns so that could be another rhyme for you You a parasite you never had a life So you
Godspeed? Love is a vampire, energy of dead Love is like a boomerang, comin' back again On a rack of red leather, on a rack of skin and sin Tell me how
ask a PA minor breathing blackness smoking 3 pack camels loyal americans who love their collar colored for 40 hours a spade is still a spade, a collar
together and keep us in line A lot we depend on, a lot we can do Send love to mother, I'll be good to you To pollute the mind of a minor The only escape
minority token, a brother in the slammer A free civilian with a house in Santa Ana If ya got a million, and live in Atlanta If you got a weak bladder
2 times dag nab it lemme hurta, a hater hurter, on a mission I gots to come down, knocked off a politician knocked off a judge, knocked off a lawer now
These kids trapped in a struggle and Don't know where they're heading, no A head full of trouble is all that they're getting And nobody knows the suffering
a joint or two little rob getting a little blaze Welcome to my concrete base, enough of the days Remember after school, we meet by the track smoking a sack But a
