It sounds dead. To court Our love He smashes the keys with the bone and blood The sun scratches at his window He's tied to the songs A bag of blood He
yeah!) Pink tarantula! 1, 2, 3, go! When you wake up in the morning the rising sun shines through its frosted veil. We'll always lay together dreaming of other
And every soldier's face is burnt, and it's a mask of withered flesh. And their hands have turned to rifles now, and they kill everything and anything
Pressure, down on you, down on me, no man ask for Under pressure, burns a building down Family in two Puts people on the streets It's the terror of
keep the golden rule (show unto others pure love, children) Harmony of our Diversity means accoutability The sacrifice been paid the price, 'nuff blood
be Blood brothers time can't divide What our hearts have said with a Drop of red Blood brothers, the bond we made never Will break Blood brothers to
shit like they did me on majors This is family nigga, do not cross the brothers I'll put you in the box, one hand across the other A small price to pay
other wholeheartedly Yes, it?s all right Take my message to your brother And tell him twice Spread the word and try to teach the man Who?s hating his brother
' each other wholeheartedly Yes, it's all right Take my message to your brother And tell him twice Spread the word and try to teach the man Who's hating his brother
the blood drip on the floor poison pieces I been on more red carpets than Ryan Seacrest Don't cross me cause my friend I'm no Jesus I don't turn cheecks or draw blood
OUTRAGE!! [Brother J] Blood to the concrete, tears to soil And here's another word to make the other man foil War, raised on your planet to a caveboy
Twenty-four seven i'm in trouble for nothin', To the laws on the topic of the daily discussion Blood pumpin and rushin I gotta struggle to survive I be
murder for money half right now, the other half after I get that bitch I ain't gotta tell niggaz I'm Cripping, they know I'm Hoover But I got Blood homies
Twenty-four seven i'm in trouble for nothin', To the laws on the topic of the daily discussion Blood pumpin and rushin I gotta struggle to survive I
That shit'll get you killed (get you killed) [Z-Ro] I wake up early in the evening, roll myself a cigarillo We talk to my Guerilla Maab, niggas'll roll solo All these other
my brother! [Kid Ice] The 1990's, the decade of disease It seems like we're trying to kill our own kind By fuckin' each other with out protection Just
stress is through But that's a dream, though it seems like reality; there'll never be peace long as there's fiends on these Cali streets Even on the other side brothers
