hurts Delinquent days are here again It's like to disappear forever I'm not afraid There's two Gods for everyone One, two Gods for the beasts An hour dead
hour was late and my room was a state And I realized that song I would never create And so this is a song I discovered instead The song about living before we are dead
wanna find the truth in life Don't pass music by And you know I would not lie No, I would not lie No, I would not lie Down in Monterey Alright Three
it on his forehead make some moves Send flowers straight to his home Put a card in the motherfucker send it to his mama Tell her he was dead wrong dead
it on his forehead make some moves Send flowers straight to his home put a card in the motherf**ker send it to his mama Tell her he was dead wrong dead
Try to tell these muthafuckas they should do as do does I been smoking haze just as green as the zoo was Sorta like the city of Gods We be screamin
mother, a father, a brother A sister, a lover, a son, daughter Shall not, shall not fade, shall not fade Your ancestors salute you And the Gods of your
it i know he's a ? player, but he's not gonna spend it he's been put for much too long, so trust me they thought i lay dead, i was playing pass'em spot
on) And my mouth stay dry 'cos I swallow the struggle I might connect you to a VCR, after they plug you I'm not a gangsta, I hate thugs too I'm just
all came to be? My beginning?, yo [Killah Priest] A dark December eve my mother conceive a species Some sorta rare breed believed to be of gods seed
Ghettos are becomin' lost Shorties is outta they minds If not for the courage of a chosen few They stay dumb deaf and blind Yo, caught in the process
acknowledged The fact that knowledge is first, through the academy of the universe Taking everything for what it's worth Remember that +Night the Earth Cried+ for the Gods
holly dipped in octane Let each coast bang, let west coast bang And Rule gonna bring the ghetto gospel To every hood possible, pushin' through in the sky blue Back with the Gods
son try but ma im boosie boo two dead in broad day light on da southside curb you aint heard you in danger if you got dem birds plus my grandma lost
their lives depraved Because once a week they are saved And the man in the river Screaming on about gods plans Well they chopped off his head just to prove If not
And converse among the wise But one day the streets fell silent Yet they knew not what was wrong The urge to build these fine things Seemed not to be
I've given up the game, I've got to leave The pot of gold is only make believe The treasure can't be found by men who search Whose Gods are dead and whose
be free Released from rotten thoughts No more pain and no more Gods Please understand It's not in our hands Barren the land, it's all dead and gone