your mind and open it. When you taste the truth you will see like others before me, to you I am past, a story to tell tell it. [solo Hamm / Schuldiner
, que anduviera bien montado cuando se paseaba en el, era la envidia del barrio nunca pense que yo a mi hijo, Coro: la muerte le habia comprado solo
the fuck do you want from me? It's so damn plain to see that you're not grateful Silence takes courage No scars, no truth but the wounds tell the story
Put stacks in a Prada knapsack, hit the door Grab the keys to the five, call my niggaz on the cell Bring some weed I got a story to tell, uhh Yo man
you will see like others Before me to you, I am past a story to tell to you I am past a story to tell, tell it If you think you own the end Take another
Tradução: Muerte. Historia que contar.
compre, que anduviera bien montado cuando se paseaba en el, era la envidia del barrio nunca pense que yo a mi hijo, Coro: la muerte le habia comprado
la-la-la, la, la, la, la [Chorus] [Verse 2: Down] Now let me break it down, just to tell a little story Fresh out of the caja by my dead little homie