All my people's thats sittin in prison this is for you so wont you listen to the shit that I'm spittin? Fuck the law and the government they'll hymn yo
All my people's thats sittin in prison this is for you so wont you listen to the shit that I'm spittin? Fuck the law man the government they'll hymn yo
over Jerusalem. The curtains are groggy with damp, and the rails, and the tracks and the tacks, and the black and the bats, and the shrivelled shrill lights trip and laugh over the weeds
the breeze blowing by Time picked the words Time picked the songs But we sang them wrong Their spirits with the rain That feeds the wheat and weeds
un gunshot. On chante comme mis au fixe comme jeunes MC ca t'choque. Imagine now, Le bitume qui s'met a chanter, c'est notre hymne, pour qu'dans les
faut bouger gars, c?est l?heure de tringler. C?est ma life, c?est ma putain de vie, avec mes garots, mes ieufs et ma putain de weed. C?est tout un savoir
It will not be a tender fire Upon your postcard mountains No golden children Will write hymns about The slow defeat of your reckless destiny Bullets
'con D'impact eclater la console et lyncher. C'est comme mater dans l'canon d'un calibre charge c'est mon putain d'nom Et c'morceau un hymne pour les
trees Though sickly and diseased Some weeds thrive anyways It will not be a tender fire Upon your postcard mountains No golden children will write hymns
dinna plate Watch how I demonstrate I'm still ridin' dirty though, glocks on the interstate Roll down the window let the outty eight ventilate Don't go bring the drama on the hymn
bled Dans l'autre, un big-up aux jeunes des cites H.L.M. C'est pour les mecs avec ou sans permis Des loki dans l'box, la weed dans l'coffre et le 20 grammes
sky I like to draw there blue eyes towards gods smile then the waves came claw in at your ankles then your knobby knees became un stable then the sea weed
