Loyalty, I gave my loyalty I gave my heart and my soul. My heart and soul and all I could give For a reason to live. Fidelity, always fidelity Putting
Traduction: Sick Of It All. Amérique.
all like, childhood, reminisceful songs Disputes, do they still settle 'em by bloodying your shoes? Fist rules, rather finger equipped with sick tools What of the wind, I recall it
Fiending to see your blood, until you cough it up Mr. officer, crooked officer We just trying to feed, our sons and daughters sir We been struggling to make it, in America too long All
every word, in my letter, to the President s**t is still f**ked up y'all And y'all wonder when it's gon' get better and it ain't gon' get better [2Pac
key and slowly unlock the door As a man breathes into a saxophone And through the walls you hear the city groan Outside it's America Outside it's America
t wanna be drinkin', drowned in my own inequity But fucked that I'ma rap 'til y'all all get sick of me And clutch my nuts sack and spit all who pick at
aint no telling at what point it will stop, All I got to do is point to the spot, When the bomb drops boy does it drop, And when it does boy there's a
blame it on Marinol (on Marinol).. and the heroin Where were the parents at? And look where it's at Middle America, now it's a tragedy Now it's so sad
will get snapped with bare hands. fuck music is it rap is it cool but fool just dont confuse it. what happens is that these dudes get rude and then i lose it
blame it on Marilyn (on Marilyn).. and the heroin Where were the parents at? And look where it's at Middle America, now it's a tragedy Now it's so sad
It's real!} It's real! {It's real!} It's real! It's realer than real, realer than real Heal! Heal, y'all! We comin' healin'! {It's real!} It's real! {