the bringer of it all Why can't you see... Used to think I could take a stand But now my hatred has got the upper hand The situation's beyond control The hatred
Traduction: Face Down (US). La haine.
going, saying nigga in his face, There's nothing he can do, he let it get away, It came to the point he couldn't look 'em in the face, The mirror made
don't know how to set me free to live My mind cries out feeling pain I've been roaming to find myself How long have I been feeling endless hurt Falling down
Billy Cook & Jr.) [talking:] Z-Ro, boy I will come down And make my pistol, hit y'all niggaz boy Y'all don't wanna mess with me nigga Bitches come down
Ro] Don't worry my nigga, I'm coming to make your bail Wait a second, how this buster know I'm going to jail I seen the hatred in they faces, when the
tommy gun that's bout to blast And the E is for eternal cause I ever last [Z-Ro] I be feeling like Pac, because I wonder if they still down Facing homicide
like I'm swallowing mighty bites, while you be nibbling on skittles Cause this city we in, it ain't no such thing as friends And once it comes down to paper, you down
wind, yo The world we're livin in is complicated the streets that we walk on are dark and jaded a wandering soul that's filled with hatred in it is
heat, increase the hatred, straight stone face don't fuck with gay shit, so i guess that means I cant fuck with you now, drew down, let off, facate to
And Papa's locked in cages And Mama's lacking wages And this what they're faced with, upon a daily basis Bleaching out dem faces, Running from dem
gutters They'll ride you off your feet CHORUS Gonna hit Crack City (Hit Crack City) Piss on the icon monsters Whose guitars bequeath you pain They'll face you down
daylight fades away, Nothing left but the life we left behind, Ever searching the hidden faces, the hatred pours inside, Broken by down the fire below
There was no time for pain No energy for anger The sightlessness of hatred slips away Walking through winter streets alone He stops and takes a breath
[Images: Dream Theater] [Words: Myung] There was no time for pain No energy for anger The sightlessness of hatred slips away Walking through winter streets
from its endless spite So bow down and face your wretched destiny Your screams can't make me feel pity or regret I only feel furious hatred With fire
are you can turn it down fuck it I can shoot a video to it and spend half the budget I'm gangsta, let the .40 cal blow in public More hatred inside