matter how far I travel Crossin' the ocean, the golden gravel I'm fallin' off the world I'm callin' you (do you believe) I'm fallin' off the world I'
Tradução: América. Fallin 'Off The World.
doesn't matter how far I travel Crossin' the ocean, the golden gravel I'm fallin' off the world I'm callin' you (do you believe) I'm fallin' off the world
ll change If yah help me But Don't fall apart Rest In Peace To Latasha, Little Yummy, and Kato To much for this cold world to take Ended up being fatal Every women in America
Armageddon lord you know That I won't fly that lesson you taught me to pull out my wesson you brought And am I stressing it softly get 'em up off me
bullets flyin, mothers cryin, brothers dyin Lyin in the streets, that's why we're tryin To stop it from fallin apart and goin to waste And keepin a smile off
the contracts to make money off 'em afterwards! We don't get weapons contracts, nigga! We don't get cheap labor for our companies, nigga! We are cheap labor, nigga! Turn off
: Off the coast of Africa, bound for South America, a world away from here is a ship that sails the sea, is a man who's just like me and I wish that
to Harlem? Who did he stomp and walk naked in his Projects? Did he get shot in his chest, never fall with no vest on shoot duke and walk off [Chorus] [
: The Fear [x2] Of A Black Man Dick The Worlds Greatest Fear [Verse 1:] Scoopin' Dee Lop Street Hop Dats All We Do Guess What America We Love You Step
giving up that cash for tuition even if She had to "shake that ass" Fucked up her money ain't accumulate that fast Lorraine know it's real, and sex control America
s where I rest my head I understand you gotta rest yours true, nigga my people's dead America, together we stand, divided we fall Mr. Bush sit down, I
, that's where I rest my head I understand you gotta rest yours true, nigga my people's dead America, together we stand, divided we fall Mr. Bush sit
the maze of the world We restlessly seek way out and up To evil towers, to another fall from grace into pride There in the world they think they conspire
try to lie and lie And say America's some motherfucking apple pie Yo, you gotta be high to believe that You're gonna change the world by a sticker on
the government (Who's runnin' this?) Son dread from playa's callin' shots (Callin' all blocks) Come, clap your hands off the timing (Run these streets) Money fallin
Armageddon Lord You know that I won't fly that lesson You taught me to pull out my Wesson You brought and am I stressing it softly Get 'em up off me