Letras:
Family Victims Crap

the wise to teach us to accept the bad with all the rest. And everyday would get thrilliner and thrilliner and I could learn to laugh at all the crap

tears of joy as baby test his lungs My daddy's not there where he ought to be Somewhere in Georgia, skinning and shooting craps on his knees Another victim

I wonder if she knows the devil's taken off her clothes Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in control Poppas doing worse, a victim of the deadly curse

Families lock their doors in fear that criminals might get them - But this Christmas rest assured that I will have my own protection. - I'll get a gun

the city she's working as a hooker So the system took the freedom to overlook her She don't exist that's made her feel the hate She's just a victim of

hell. I wonder if she knows the devils taken off her clothes, deep into her soul slow, now he's in control. Poppas doing worse, a victim of the deadly

life worst Though it hurst me There was no remorse Cause wild seeds can't grow Watch your soul Cause you know what you had to do So the victims of the

hell. I wonder if she knows the devils taken off her clothes, deep into her soul slow, now he's in control. Poppas doing worse, a victim of the deadly