Letras:
Head Wound City

: I cross the green mountain I sit by the stream Heaven blazing in my head I, I dreamt a monstrous dream Something came up Out of the sea Swept through

man in the Windy City, wanted man in Tennessee, Wanted man in Broken Arrow, wanted man in Wounded Knee Wanted man in Jackson Town, Wanted man in El Passo, I got bounties on my head

re forced off the crest. Soldier of misfortune Hunting with bated breath. A vile smell, like tasting death. Dead bodies, dying and wounded Litter the city

rewind* So For the one who can't sing along Paint the sky For a bird that never flies The rope is being wound while the reaper plays the fiddle And the kids erase the city

he rhyme in the Zebra Lounge Wounded, back in the eighty-three summer heat Up in three-oh-nine park, rhymin off the drummer's beat I stalk the city streets

have knocked me off my feet again got me feeling like I'm nothing You, with your voice like nails on a chalkboard, calling me out when I'm wounded You

done been through every hood, dead niggas gone rap In the heart of a victim murda is monumental I don't complicate shit, yeah I keep it simple My bullet wounds

artillery A black blind governor, a rich white mayor Man, this whole city ain't got a prayer Bobby has invaded, now the whole town's slated Your decapitated head

face Give me the mic and I'ma mangle it, tangle it Definitely the people see that I got the hang of it Pig you gotta try to make a mockery of a city