' orders From all of your letters and I've come home again" He ran into hold her, dropped all his bags on the floor Holdin' all of her letters from war
I got my buddy We can't afford even one mistake Sorry about writin' on dirty cardboard It's the only paper that I could find Tell everyone I got their letters
From all of your letters And I've come home again' He ran in to hold her And dropped all his bags on the floor Holding all of her letters from war Bring
Translation: Schultz, Mark. Letters From War.
and I got my buddy We can't afford even one mistake I started writing on dirty cardboards... It's the only paper I could find Tell everyone I got their letters
orders From all of your letters And I've come home again' He ran in to hold her And dropped all his bags on the floor Holding all of her letters from war
out of mind Out of time to decide Do we run? Should I hide? For the rest of my life [Verse 1] Dear Anne, my number one fan I write with the light from
to start this My crew is bottomless Street Lobotomists Gun slingers Glock cocked and diamond ringers My nigga got shot but still alive Hustlers He took a full clip from
Goodbye, my love The country is in need of me And I heard there were signs for war So I'm goin' overseas So don't cry, my love The skies above will cry
again, and after Rwanda, what's happening? Not far from the ... Who's gonna shout for the people living in the ...? The war going that, the war going by The war
The war was over and the spirit was broken The hills were smokin' as the men withdrew We stood on the cliffs and watched the ships Slowly sinking to their
E A D E A D E A D E A D It's way up in the Black Hills where we come from
'm black They lookin' at me strange, so I'm lookin' at they ass back I got a little problem, so I'm writin' you a note A letter to the KKK from the black
' up Act like Mac won't come through and spark shit up Where the fuck you get heart from? Little bitch ass nigga started commin' out the fuckin' dark from
fiends Everytime a n-gga wanna try and turn a profit Folks rush in, 3 letters try and stop it F-B-I-R-S-D-E-A (FBI, IRS, DEA) One letter short but still
m make it in dope My dog died in tail cell, shakin' from rope It's only one way out the game, and I suggest you stay From escapade, profess you chest
is mentioned With six degrees, I separate MC's, from a business man that's good From a nigga that was raised or just lived in the hood From what a nigga
