Empty streets fill my mind Autumn has come to numb me blind The end it reaches out for me My soul still calling to be free I want the energy to breathe
Traduction: At The Gates. La Cicatrice.
and get blasted With five deadly venomz (Yeah 'Pac, fuck that, still hittin em up with that old deadly shit. Aiyyo Treach where you at? Step up and hit
dreams and the free ride of grace But it all disappears And then I wake up Was it too late? Was it just your fate? There's a demon that waits at the garden gate
into my room, feathered hat an' all Wearing a warm wool shawl wrapped around her shoulders Two eyes like lights, milky marble whites looking up at me
a rush all of di ghetto youth dem outta di lane life and direct we a celebrate ten thousand people waitin at the gate no arms out at the dance we ago
math Because their mind is narrower than the righteous path It's funny how on the block niggaz will kill you for cash But never raise the gun and cry out "Freedom at
something, now ain't that something Yeah when the world is at your gate That won't satiate Why are you crying If you work for nothing at all? Don't
grind, yea serve anybody all day anytime uh Drive-up teller service right to my back gate That's the way I ran my game back at 1228 D, B, JR and A
whatever goes down, I'm strapped down to my drawers So if you up for some stitches then I'm down for some scars Down to make 'em GET DOWN, stop playin
up, just stop torturing me, tell me what ya gonna do? What ya gonna do? Yeah I been through the wars, up in that jail, all you gotta do is look at the scars
tear him off. I said "Oh my God! They want to eat my husband {Verse 1:} I was sittin at the pound about to eat dinner Had a hard day at the studio,
unfurled Love's an explosion, Love is the fire at the end of the world Love is a violent star A tide of destruction Love is an angry scar The pain of
ramblin' ain't really grindin' and gamblin' but in my hood, the kids is all black like gramlin Stay scramblin', hustle hard on the boulevard Rob ya, leave ya scarred
. Shallow acts but deeper scar, burning pain stigmatized. Careful search with fumble hands A desire to become entranced. Find the key to wishes gate
me that I don't care, I don't care. Nobody gives a fuck about you in this cold world full of hate. I guess I'll meet you at the black gates, cause I'
, when you worth some millions That's why I sport the chinchilla to hurt they feelin's Your can find Joe crack at all type of shit Out at Vegas front
