it's worth it I'm glad you're not here I'm glad you're not here War of hearts and minds Seven days later, I still can't find Truth and peace How will
번역: Bamboozlers. 마음과 정신의 전쟁.
Ignorance of people purchasing diamonds and necklaces And barely able to keep the payments up on their lessons And enrolled in a class and don't know
- Lil Wayne] So you didnt get drafted by the NBA, but you got drafted to defend your U.S.A Now you got war on your mind, put you on front line and you
in my heart Freein' my soul And it's a common thought That wired folk can be sold and bought That we have no feelings no memories or minds That we're
and gone Dead and gone And oh hey, I've been travelin' on this road too long Just tryin' to find my way back home But the old me's dead and gone Dead
rather be underpaid or overrated? Moral victories is for minor league coaches And 'Ye already told you we major, you cockroaches Show me where the boats is, Ferrari Testarossa's The Hammer went and
with a joker And I don't really care 'Cause this is my life, not a game of poker And I don't give a damn My heart made me drunk but my mind is sober
passed Between his leaving home and back He had lost his love and youth While leading the attack Leading the attack In conversation it could be said Well after war your heart
My mind told my heart There is no other And I gave you my soul And every ounce of control And I gave you my skin And my original sin And I gave you
fuckin' touch me I will rip you apart I'll reach in and take a bite out of that shit You call a heart, yeah, yeah, yeah I don't mind being ogled, ridiculed
reoccur For ever struggle, every strip and every ghetto For every nigga toned in the pain and heavy metal For every child that's born and every nigga gone And
F. Baby Young Money Army, better yet Navy Fab I got 'em And watch me get 'em And I do 'em or I did 'em And this tool inside my denim I shoot everything but women and
a heart breaker What is it good for Friend only to the undertaker Ooh, war It's an enemy to all mankind The point of war blows my mind War has caused
my pencil, and I blast, dash in a rental One nigga got out and off he in a trap with sawed off They took a chance and lost Let's spray A-K and make gangsta
numb it's like fo-fum, bloody redrum for the income Refusin to be a victim, we do it and take it and then some Tryna get out, and give back, the government
