I've had it! It's no use I can't take no more abuse I'm tired of the fuckin' lines I'm losing my mind I'm going to...explode I've had it! Killin'
Traducción: Black Flag. Eu tive-o.
today I had a dream the other night, and I Was sittin' in my living room Dozed off to sleep So I start to dreamin' I dreamed I walked in a place and
the hide', count my flags I be livin' on the dark side and I can't escape Some say it's a phase If it is, only way I'm gonna survive is If I play with
hearin' this I know you don't remember me But yet in still I find it hard for me to stay in touch I see his parents and then I started breakin' up Because I
I don't speak, I float in the air wrapped in a sheet I'm not a real person, I'm a ghost trapped in a beat I translate when my voice is read through
Money keep comin in Only time I had my back was who had love for em You ain't no love for em You ain't no love for em I'm running up and dumpin' em Poppin
brick phone, to a flip phone Thought I had it made, switched zip codes Used to get high cause I'd get bored Felt like I was, felt like I was felt like I
, is hard to replace it But we have to face it till the day we lay [chorus x2: killah priest] From niggas I've seen, places I've been Have my share of
see it You're not kook That nigga with a black cape and a hook It was the Bigg, note these tactics on his book The effects will be drastic So check it! it
grime?" It's life on the road... It's life on the road (don't ask me what it is) It's life on the road, It's life on the road (don't ask me what it is
It's the graveyard chamber I be the bush wick dutch master rapper I love black women and I hate fuckin' crackers, check me yo My breath stink 'cause
Beach and all of my peeps Holdin' it down, I spit for the meak We holdin' the crown, you savage niggas had your chance So now it's on us, it's just us
ain't put me here Burnt my block, I had a fiend cookin' wit' beer Like the Bobby Womack of crack Might see me in the burgundy thing, or the black on black
They were fightin' over me to see who'd be my bride I had to kill them all and I will admit it And I won't tell you how I did it But I'll tell you each
I talked about conscience and I talked about pain And he looked out the window and it started to rain I thought maybe I've already gone crazy. So I reached
cough son, then go stand over there But me I've got my letters and my middle class e??an I give some ghetto black boy his ticket to Saigon Say
' What I'm givin' up X on the flex hear me now I don't know about later As for now I know how to avoid the paranoid Man I've had it up to here Gear I
