wrists reaching up to the sky Searching for light When there is nothing to see you wonder why Suffer It means nothing to me Suffer You still what you
my pain, I'm true to the game I got my mind made I gotta be that rich motherfucker Set it up so my grandkids don't suffer The phat hummer Trying to
get wit' chya. How ya feel about murda, man? It's still tha same, you fukk wit' us, wang bangarang. It's like suicide nigga do or die. When ya fukkin
Lift me out of this struggle Lift me out on the other side with all these signs of a trial nothing will keep it open suicides and murder are revolting
you and my shadowy sadness With my soul already fed up of sighing and moaning What I want is to take to death My being overflowing of suffering, perish to suffer
" The news so dark, heart stopped, I stood silent without a sound It's over, she's finished, mother lies with my father and sister too Cold-blooded, they suffered
of silence You're bleeding glutinous dose Like a priest you're praying Breathless, new dead life Lord of plasm, lord of tribe the sign of sweet suffering
" the news so dark, heart stopped, I stood silent without a sound It's over, she's finished, mother lies with my father and sister too Cold-blooded, they suffered
the dark claimed back their space between the clouds and stars souls of those guilty of envy they saw a hollow mountain full of fire pride malice suffer
get wit' chya How ya feel about murda, man? It's still tha same, you fukk wit' us, wang bangarang It's like suicide nigga do or die When ya fukkin' wit
my pain, I'm true to the game I got my mind made I gotta be that rich motherfucker Set it up so my grandkids don't suffer The phat hummer The phat drummer
Africa Way ahead of headline, agentators and characters Heads like yours get decapitated in anarca Prison's uncaptivated the wilder 'cause Guns run in my family, even got gats related to silencers
Koweit A» non m'parle plus d'a§a, faut qu'j'construise ma vie que je sois l'architecte car un mauvais coup d'crayon suffit a rendre bancale ma vie
