God I'm pissed off Gotta be strong Held out my hand You ripped it off I'm your man till I'm black and blue
I came out backwards My head's fucked up I need some violence I need real love Big man Wipe that slate clean My heart is racing As I'm thrown to the
This is the story of El Lute A man who was born to be hunted like a wild animal Because he was poor But he refused to accept his fate And today his honor
today Folks liked the other plants betta Now he's alone on the shelf Even a plant with no uncle or aunt Shouldn't spend Christmas Day by himself Holiday
he left a piece of himself, his voice is small I keep lying and trying, Denying the call from inside You can't hide responsibility So decide from today
soul he left a piece of himself, his voice is small I keep lying and trying, Denying the call from inside You can't hide responsibility So decide from today
lip Pushin' all that trash in his shopping cart Musta smoked himself into a retard No shoes thick-ass calloused-up toes Frozen boogers all up under his whisky nose The motherfuckers ass is
rest, no time to play 15, the mother is a runaway No time for dreams or goals Pressure is so strong Her body she has sold so her child can eat What is
The morning is dead And the day is, too There's nothing left here to meet me But the velvet moon All my loneliness I have felt today It's like a little
what a mystery, All of Chicago and Herald Washington, someone is sabotagin' him, Watch out for the traps, Larry Troutman killed his brother, Roger Troutman, then he killed himself
they're takin' it one day, one day at a time. Out on the railroad track, they're cleanin' up number 9. They're scrubbin' the boiler down, well, she really is
pulled a gun And later cold steel on the tip of his tongue He pealed his own cat killed himself wit a gat would you believe the next day Def Jam called
is diffuse I get an uncertain feeling Today it's the day of his return He's been in prison He gets a bad temperament And I didn't give him attention Got himself
gun And later cold steel on the tip of his tongue He pealed his own cat killed himself wit a gat would you believe the next day Def Jam called back
a-comin' he ought to make it by then Maybe he'll look around himself and say Guess it's time for the Judgement day In the year 8510 God is gonna shake
, flesh, and bone Now what you gonna do when the planet shifts? What you gonna do, gonna slit your wrists? And bleed all over the milky way The stars in your eyes look red today
