see beneath The person that is presented to you Vulnerable through trust Life is a twisted maze of obstacles Presented by people with a secret face What
Traduction: Death. Secret Face.
see beneath The person that is presented to you Vulnerable through trust Life is a twisted maze of obstacles Presented by people with a secret face [
I wanted to believe in a pure part of Human being, like a hidden face of the moon A great secret that gods have kept All around me painted faces, black
Catchin dealers comin out they cars (will they survive?) (Two semi-automatic nines, them ni**az died) (Plus nobody in the hood cries, it's like they celebrate to death
let go And the streets is death row, I wonder if heaven got a ghetto Chorus Verse Three: 2Pac I see no changes, all I see is racist faces Misplaced
(Niggas out there jelous cuz we be bailin' with Death Row They try to playa hate but they can't fade us tho' We be mobbin' through tha neigborhood
look but not to touch The seeds of life are sown Curtain of the future falls The secret stays unknown Lust remember love is life And hate is living death
In death, you face life with a child and a wife Who sleep-walks through your dreams into walls. You're a soldier of mercy, you're cold and you curse, "
Clips On the Blockwarrior plottin on Kingpin Licks Flip Burgers I jus' can't see it I'm a face mo c.r.e.a.m. with BONE THUGS in one night No Secret Fuck
And that's how it is when you dealing with a dog I might lick you in your face, or bite your head off After death I'm the under boss ain't no secret
Leave the bright blue door on the whitewashed wall Leave the death ledger under city hall Leave the joyful air in that rubber ball today Leave the lilac
Leave the bright blue door on the white-washed floor. Leave the death lecher under city hall. Leave the joyful air and that rubber ball today. Leave
's playground was among Haven's streets Where he ran past melted candles and flower wreaths Names and photos of the young black faces Whose death and
Turnpike There's a ballet being fought out in the alley Until the local cops, Cherry Tops, rips this holy night The street's alive as secret debts are
I follow the Reaper, to lead me back home My victims shall perish on the shores of this lake As they look upon me, to stare death in the face CHORUS
