Paroles:
Down By Law Burning Heart

way to get on track Sitting in this room all by myself Oh lonely boy, what you gonna do? Every now and then I feel I'm a burning heart in a place where

way to get on track sitting in this room all by myself oh lonely boy - what you gonna do? every now & then I feel I'm a burning heart in a place where

break ya down to were In front of the parkin lot I'm murderin niggas that point to shoot it If it ain't black owned than we loot it Burn this bitch down

forget me not epitaph airbrush with death white tee's wife beaters button up reattach flesh in between the lines outside of the law underneath the veil

ball bitches, till I knock em all down Like the 93 Pac, I Get Aroud Cuffles by the staircase, crack bottle backdoor Navigate my way down to the south

ball bitches, till I knock em all down Like the 93 Pac, I Get Aroud Cuffles by the staircase, crack bottle backdoor Navigate my way down to the south

a-chasing The music he ain't facing Pedal right down to the floor His idealogy is crazy as can be It's all about the top score He once upheld the law

never be remembered, no one knows your name. When the music changes then all is broken down, Mighty cities laid to ruin, burning to the ground. Murder is become the law

doomed if the war is over, all is lost Down the drain, keep fingers crossed Hope the World forgets or the World forgives Charm their minds and hearts