of me Peel back layers of hatred Black eyes swollen and sacred Dark skies fallen then taken All because of me I sing for the damned The soulless, hand
cause of me, Peel back layers of hatred, Black eyes swollen and scaried, Black skies fallen and taken, All because of me. I sing for the damned, The
Tradução: William Control. Maldito.
never revolving plastic industry I guess it's up to us to say That it's impossible I know this happens every day And there is no control, no control
Rise up, shine forever You will see the light on your road Rise up shine forever And your star will rise again It will rise
no complaints But I know, that I will always continue to grow, As long as I lead and never follow no one else's shadow There will never be another me
game will never be the same No matter how much fame or success they attain There will never be another me And no matter what they do There will never
's why I keep my pistol when I walk the streets Cause there can never be peace [Verse 2: Kastro] Somebody owes me Will they control me?, nah I
the do' Never no more will you see me, this is the end Cause now I know you've been cheatin, I'm a sucka for love ... damn, sucka for love... sucka for
business Tryin' clown and get a cent and so rather than stand forever, been thinking drinking over a felony and hell of me and how it will be some
you punk police will never find peace on the streets til the niggaz get a piece, fuck em! [Soul] They kill you to control ya (PAY) top dollar for your
burns Who will rule, Night marauding warriors In the end of time, No world left to control Only the burning of flesh will persist Eternal and futile,
it's not worth it The fight in me is all gone And I'm not trying to be perfect But just get one damn thing done Before I lose control I pick myself from
sippin' on a guinny then lo and behold una vision girl from bottom to top and I just can't stop 311 show them the air is rarified but you don't give a damn
: The bloodline traces back to the past from Whence the first real Christians came. The Racist procreation remains in every God-damned rally, riot and
strong... (Bone Thugs) Who be the niggas in black Who be the niggas with straps Who be the niggas that's bustin' back at the got-damned law... (Bone Thugs
shorts Smokin on the newports your ghetto resource And bitch you wanna dig your own ditch and hit you with levels beyond your control My momma never
