waiting to take you away Why don't you let it lay Won't you walk away Let it end today Why don't you let it go Land of democracy Land of hypocrisy Forced
Traduction: Dead Soul Tribe. Pourquoi?.
neck of the woods, is a no-no Cause I got a 4-4, lay low please Everytime I open my mouth, mo'fuckers would never believe That's why a nigga trip a lil
us for sinning, give us this day and our daily bread Cause if a nigga don't call you back when you beep him, he might be dead Look at this world we living
military state of mind [echo] Dangerous like chronic and yard when combined Cocoa Brovas pan the borderline [echo] That's the sound and your dead son
old and cold, and your soul is your best friend My mama prayed for me Tell the Lord to make way for me, prepare any day for me (why?) Cause when they
the drink and be good 'till it's relavent but I'm a straight solider, I'll roll up a nigga like its Heaven sent Tripping over dead presidents they
we're on a journey, a trip through space and time And somewhere lies the answer To all the questions why What really makes the difference Between all dead
fiend for the future at my finger tips One of the minor technicalities of my head trips You Better Work The Barea Soul terror, been told since stories
ahead-shoot" She claimed I hit the combo dead upon the missal Wanted to know if I could get a loaded pistol That ain't a problem but why would Millie
like ??, rough and rugged, cause I'm like baldhead(??) Wrecks I flex murderous rhymes to leave you all dead What's said is what's said, it's already spoke The dead is the dead
that you're dumb Get yourself presentable, son, and just come Together, you better, cause pretty soon it's gonna be too late A message from King Tee The Great [Body & Soul
' need me In my life, I'll need you here, don't ask why I'll never disappear Why is it everyday that I feel the pain? Let's take a trip to the stars
Everybody flow easy, ha ha, so easy Yo, listen For the corrupt mob, John Cena, Trademarc, listen I embarass MC's who touch the mic with me That's why
me, even the kitchen ceiling, has collapsed and crumbled without warning. And I am left, standing alive and well, looking up and wondering why and wherefore
Baby, don't keep runnin about Goin' away for a while now why don't you call And you tell me stories of your trips overseas Fur laden beasts and diamond
