Slow pose and cross-eyed Visions owed to the railroad ties Humpbacks and sugar shacks Shotgun wed to the poison of our past A little longer, a little
Hidden tombs and solitude hunger stikes or belly aches handcuffed pines and crossed picket lines sacrifice is a tear away Barren plans, buried two fingers
I've been watching too many suns rise spliced together by pattern and spite I say I love you too many times and you can't can't drunk anymore I slept
The days stretch out into endless fever dreams I could sleep all day and I will but there will be no reprieve From exhaustion Spent years thinking I
My lady left me, my boss gives me no break What I take home alone the landlord come and take Take away the pain, take away the tears And we've had a
threat waved to the comunist fall and from down here I read four letter words on the bathroom stalls and in the union halls the American Revolution is
It's not your fault that for years I've daydreamed In tragedy and eulogy But this is a declaration of friendship And a document of my fears All of my
There's no justice There ain't no peace until you're dead One step forward and two steps back Flowery poetry dowsed in hate And if there's a love I hope
Your eyes have a haunted look But I can't know what ghost they're hiding Still you stay near, idled by fear It's not enough to know that you're here
re not more angry It's a mans world but it's falling apart No we don't share a thing we kill and rob and anthropomorphize God Battle drums of the Rogues March
Yeah there could be more but then think of the loss And the tears wrenched from you and ask yourself would you want it Already there's too much And everyday
In the flatlands its uphill everywhere you go. I can feel the fuckers in the hills looking down their noses. At the black man white man heading off
Who's the enemy? You're gonna point your gun at GI Joe Well your Grandpa broke the strikes and your dad the civil rights When they were 18 too Kent
Times like these are fleeting at best to hell with the rest trust is like suicide what I mean to say is you don't have a choice either way some things
stumbling from the alleyway walking a vulture, or is the vulture walking you? mumbling for a driver for your toothless limousine, holding that diamond
Je fais des reves americains Devant toi, devant moi Des reves americains Sur Hollywood, le boulevard Je fais des reves americains Los Angeles, des musiciens
Sube pa'l V.I.P, disfrutemos de la vista Quiero que grites y me digas "Yes" Que ambos disfrutemos de mi American Express Ven y gozemos tu victoria en
gangsta party [Snoop] Pump that up G [Tupac] Ahh shit, you done fucked up now -- Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party You done put two of America's most