Letras:
Through The Eyes Of The Dead As Good As Dead

Soldiers and police dem wising up, realizing they're no more right than us Realizing there's no use fighting us Realizing their opening their eyes to see the same demoralizing life as

trash it and he counted it as lost For the sake of the Christ, 'cause He gave us life Not through anything we did but through faith in Christ We righteous

a nigga pass the time Put my name tattoo'd so that ass is mine Tell everybody; 'Pac put it down for good A local legend through the whole hood, follow

move all y'all gonna die Split up and fry, open his eyes ?? pop, shot one through his head Oh my, oh my, now look what you made me do, this nigga dead

to pay And it's a ride, ride, ride, and there ain't much cover With no one runnin' by your side my blood brother On through the houses of the dead past

is good, Oh boy, I'm eating my way back home ohh ohh ohh, ohh ohh ohh as father told son in the make of his final escape should all good boys die god

with your eyes I see destruction and demise Corruption in disguise From this fuckin' enterprise Now I'm sucking to your lies Through Russ, though not his muscles but the percussion he provides with me as

with your eyes I see destruction and demise Corruption in disguise From this fuckin' enterprise Now I'm sucking to your lies Through Russ, though not his muscles but the percussion he provides with me as

my brother's almost dead Got no other choice but for milk and bread Stepped out the house for the first time in 2 years Cause my neighborhood it ain't really good