streets, the nuns with the shot gun The graves rollin' by your side Survival of the fittest and there ain't no pity No one gets out alive In the concrete
The nuns with the shotguns The graves rolling by your side Survival of the fittest And there ain't no pity No one gets out alive In the Concrete
Traduction: Black Label Society. Concrete Jungle.
Traduction: Société de l'information. Concrete Jungle.
Running blind to satisfy believing that we life forever and forget about the next suprise causing us into a stormy weather While taking everything granted
up against tha wall Didn't do a thing at all I'm tellen you one day these suckers gotta fall Cuffed up throw me on tha concrete Coppers try to kill me
the streets at an early age Watch for police Don't come home (why) 'Coz mammas acting crazy At the hospital 'Bout to have another baby Like the rose from concrete
Never Ignorant, Getting Goals Accomplished The underground railroad on an uprise This time the truth's gettin told, heard enough lies I told em fight back, attack on society
street boy Who is the worlds enemy? That athlete or entertainer Who rose from the concrete streets of the ghetto Avoids the pit falls and trappings of society
a voice to voice it It's just a thought It's just a thought The original affluent society, floating free of capitalistic society But all that's left
my running Down into the concrete.... I flee I can't feel their baton blows The pain is in my head (I'm the black ship of society) I plunge my nails
in a row, swear if you must keeping your boots on, float with the now, hot to the touch concrete underground, cast out everyday, the dregs of society
If you disrespect you can test my reach. I?ll box you eye. In the flick of a wrist. Pull enough weight to crack the concrete. [RICHTER] We got dogs in
