Letras:
Dead Heroes

hittin' it/ Thirty Mil and still grindin'/ It's all about perfect timin' yup, nigga don't need no fuckin' help/ It's all about bread till I'm dead, I

my nigga, I'm bound to just live a lifetime And this shrink wanna get in my head 'Cuz I'm amongst the walking dead All I really said if you niggas don

dumb to these false leaders anymore And now you want to achieve another worthless defeat. Welcome here the heroes They're on their way home The end of everything - You're dead

shy I'm not too scared I'm a little afraid But isn't everybody And I'm not dead yet I'm unprepared I'm an unexpected hero If you're giving this And if

you, man He slammed down the phone, took his coat from the bed She said, what happens now, to your husband you're dead She said I love you and pleaded for a hero

subside Untied, unravelled, unthought, unsaid The man with the laughing hand is dead Shaking under Pedro's head, train-crushed legs and arms Wicked, wicked hero

straight down to business I need me some distance to run when I carry gun An' I'm a be like quick on my feet You try to be a hero my nine milli, you an

stayed out of view Then the generals said, "We don't want our boys dead Your sons and your husbands will be comin' back heroes soon" There's hope in

Feels Like Home). It's a trick. Too late. Martha Dumps the Devil (Bleeding All Over The Place). Meanwhile, Margaret, against her better judgment, falls in love with Faust (My Hero