Lyrics:
They Feed At Night Dead Wish

us If it's this system, in the ghetto back far to one place one time Know we gone, how they sleep at night if they know they be lying This shit we deal

got a niece and my nephews, they need me 'round a while I think they need me 'cause they hittin' that age And they ain't tryin' to speak to Lenny 'cause they spittin' they

guns, whatever it go to Its me they go through if ever they want to I'd light the flame, dead game and tryin' to scratch K A S I know where my dogs is at

left to sell So buy a car and sell your wife, feed kids Ritalin, make 'em right Keep mouths shut tight, they gotta learn how to fight right Let's burn some dead

drawn I glare at you. There at you who dare presume to stare at whom I'd make my wife and share my life - I'd see you dead before sweet Rosa wed. Helena

When they look back at us and they write down their history What will they say about our generation? We're the ones who knew everything and still we did

, and it ain't no sin No longer watching my back for the retaliation How does it feel to wish that you was dead, I can Answer that cause many of nights

they was in the bushes in his yard As soon as he pulled up, they jumped out the bushes And let out off they ammunation, but they didn't hit him, they

mad max musketeers When the silhoettes of emaciated frames dance on a highwire Mistook for aspiring third world poster children But is inserted ghost with dealin Dead