in a hospital bed But he'll never be better He's already dead I'm ten miles outside the city And I'm lifted away In an ancient light That is not of day
not even him can save him He put his faith in a, thirty-eight in his waist But when you live by the gun you die by the same fate End up, dead before thirty
godforsaken city Where everybody is homeless or they look homeless I was drawn to the piers and they looked to me like Two beacons in a hurricane city
divided by fighting tribes, all we do is watch em waddle back and forth lighting fires. Money-Money Detonator, wire-cutter, pliars. Two cities enter,
blue with the reek of the compost, as the livig try hard to retain what the dead lost, with double dead sickness from writing at what c Nd business and
with the reek of the compost, as the livig try hard to retain what the dead lost, with double dead sickness from writing at what cost and business and
better keep your alarm set Streets too loud to ever hear freedom sing Say evacuate your sleep, it's dangerous to dream but you chain cats get they CHA-POW, who dead
for live, aka Southside for life Z-Ro, K.T., recognize my motherfucking team [Z-Ro] Let me introduce myself, I'm Z-Ro the Crooked, Mo City block The
even him can save him He put his faith in a, thirty-eight in his waist But when you live by the gun you die by the same fate End up, dead before thirty
Whore who brings forth a dead child The gods build rage in icy rain Raging lashing the brows Before the end comes Plague purple on the possessed Green
this godforsaken city Where everybody is homeless or they look homeless I was drawn to the piers and they looked to me like Two beacons in a hurricane city
s right I go hotta at this beeso I know Who work at the Texaco Gas station, pacin' back down memory lane Feelin' strange can't Explain, so bare wit me pleae Thru this green light