In our world, we got six billion And some might say, conflict is unavoidable But I think we got choices, so I'll say everything will be alright Don't
Tradução: Quince. En nuestro mundo.
from our women Why we rape our women, do we hate our women? I think it's time to kill for our women Time to heal our women, be real to our women And
our name from a woman and our game from a woman I wonder why we take from our women Why we rape our women, do we hate our women? I think it's time to
daily, daily...) [Wish] Yeah! [Lay] Yeah... [Wish] I remember that [Lay] Me too (It's the First of Tha Month...) [Wish] You know we used to get our hustle
ve done five gigs but we're only in our third state America's big! You'd love how they pile up your plate Only place in the world even I could gain weight Our
Waiting for the working day to end Then I get home so wasted, worn out I curse at you and tell you How I've done the work of ten to fifteen men How I'
get their heads in place And every day this world we have to face I just can't seem to find my proper place. Kids get down Stormy weather Fifteen years
to bury our slain We buried ours and the Turks buried theirs Then we started all over again Now those that were left, well we tried to survive In a mad world
our dreams run dry Don't know but we're staying On our knees we raise our eyes Holding on and praying to find one blue sky (How long til our dreams run
I'm stone cold, the bed's hard and the work is tough I'm never gonna leave you again This job ain't worth the pain No money in the world ain't worth being
the punk rockers, I ain't lying, Fake guns, fake bands, Fake punk, I ain't buying, Hit the road, All I know, Rock and roll ain't dying, about fifteen
To come in packs, to feed, takin what we need to succeed, you know what we gon' do, on this road We gon' explode, now are you ready for this territory Makin our
their heads in place And every day this world we have to face Well, I just can't seem to find my proper place Kids get down, stormy weather Fifteen
't we just turn that TV off? Three hundred fifteen channels Of nothing but bad news on Well, it might be me, but the way I see it The whole wide world
and show gratitude Kiss my ring, it's a frank white thing I stay potent, bitches devoted, take my dick and deep throat it Eternal sunshine in this elevated world
