And after the raging, comes a tranquil day So close to my eyes, there's nothing anyone can say Is there any reason just why I keep on believing? In the
"The more i own my life will improve" just proves the consumer's become the consumed consumed by possessions a hunger is fed but those who died with
Modification? i call it mutilation going under the knife for this sick infatuation obsessed with oneself or other people's opinions open wallet and body
life that can't escape t.v. reality did you really find it coincidence when hollywood shits out more than a dozen flicks to glorify americans at war
One at a time and they fall into line fall enslaved to a box slowly drained of a mind and the touch of a dial brings the sale of corruption to a nation
A scrap of meat tossed to the lion cubs who couldn't be cued in to the lion's share stripped from game they spent the same season hunting but who am
son of the virgin bawl, institute of the church IN WAR Preaching and researching WAR Practice and rehearsing WAR Teaching and dem learning WAR Instigating and urging WAR Always keep alert in WAR
york minute made Check my armor no clouds in my stones Projects ringin standing by the cornerstore Two glock on me, bang bang its the wanted war That
feat. ng Buck & Chamillionaire) [2Pac:] Quit starin' at me like a infa red nigga Don't fall to sleep You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep Other niggaz
must have hope, quotin the reverand from the pulpit Refuse to turn the other cheek we must defeat the evil culprit Lace me with words of destruction
, screamin outlaw runin on the curb They never try me cause right behind me your killer team I get a word cut the head off a nigga like a guillotine This
These are lies that we all accepted Say no to drugs but the governments' keep it Running through our community, killing the unity The war on drugs is a war
a soldier) G-UNIT! [50 Cent] It's a fact homie, eagles don't fly in flocks But the eagles I got own sixteen shots Like beefin', homie I ain't sayin' a word
Check ya ho Check ya dough Hate the game, but respect it though Cock and blow Let that go Otherwise the Tec will blow In other words ya neck will know
tricks an how to run this shit I had a fall out with satan, and called his son a bitch Repeating satanic verses but I changed the words now you worship
Busta)] I-iiii-iiiih, I never thought Thaaaaaaat I, could fiiiind (excuse me miss) Someone, so special (can I have a word wit'chu baby) [Busta Rhymes
cause You know just how far the east is from the west From one scarred hand to the other One scarred hand to the other From one scarred hand to the other
