Prijevod: Užad. Mrtav i dobro.
I'm a passenger Tell the world I'm dead and well My relationship with life is only physical And if anyone should ask you can Tell the world I'm dead and well
them You think I'll let you down, well, I won't They can fire everything they've got And what do you think? I'm sunk? I will float on and die I am fine
jump my ass in, start to fillin' up the bag And a nigga comin' up on these diamonds Grabbed a couple herring bones and some rings And some ropes, still
the ghetto and felt the need To roll a fat joint and smoke that weed But the tale goes on and years went by Another drug came and the boy got high Ever
proudly and Flash a devilish grin that'll make the most Masculine of men skeptical of his existence And when the rain begins, I take a seat to retire And
were kids involved Friday and Saturday nights had no songs Why, because the D.J. was gone Smiles you used to dance and sing around Now were replaced by frowns And
black and you're trapped in a livin Hell I shouldn'ta let him catch me Instead of livin sad in jail I coulda died free and happy And my cellmate's raped
here What is a juggalo? A dead body Well, he ain't really dead, but he ain't like Anybody that you've ever met before He'll eat monopoly and shit out
tell the law And for you fagots I see past all your cheap stares Nowadays I see my past from a beach chair, yeah And I the fellin' so relaxed and refreshin
of your mind or inside of my pants? Musical intention that we have is vast You sick, drink a NyQuil, well, I'm dead on your Oh well, then here comes
. L You know I wish you well Move over Ms. L You know I wish you well Move over Ms. L Well, now to err is something human and forgiving so divine I'll
way nor walk the beat And you ain't never had a clique that was thorough and tough And you ain't never know Yak and Pac so give it up! [Kastro - Verse
and you're trapped in a livin' Hell I shouldn'ta let him catch me Instead of livin' sad in jail I coulda died free and happy And my cellmate's raped
sow Goodnight Charlie Monroe You're the worst kind of dope A sad pathetic joke Give me the lynching rope Where's the tree and the rope? Awake for your
flow Everyone inside is like family I see no strangers around And every massive is here And tonight we nuh care Kill di violence dead, mek we rock it instead Jump and
' on the courthouse steps Up jumped the devil and off we crept Oh no, oh no Where could I go With my hump of trouble And my sack of woe To the digs And
He is too young - But feels so old And far from being beautiful and bold! Help - There ain't none for him He's lost and he is done with it forever and
