State of the World Address
Biohazard lyrics
Biohazard lyrics
"Failed Territory Lyrics"
Nirvana-Negative Creep Lyrics
This is out of our range This is out of our range This is out of our range No This is getting to be This is getting to be This is getting to be<
This is out of our range This is out of our range This is out of our range No This is getting to be This is getting to be This is getting to be<
Inner city strugglin', motherfuckin' rat race
Condemned pressure cooker, that explodes in your face
Another neighborhood gets destroyed by the drug deal
Staking a claim on an estate that is real
Pay the mob's price for your own protection
Half a wise guy makes the wrong connections
Flooding our streets with your wanna be bullshit
Who whacks who, don't matter who gets hit
The space between the death of our friends is so
A Woman, A Lover, A Friend Lyrics
i want somebody to hold my hand somebody to love me and understand i want a woman (woman) i want a lover (a lover) i want a friend (a woman, a lover, a friend) mmm, i want somebody to share my love
closei want somebody to hold my hand somebody to love me and understand i want a woman (woman) i want a lover (a lover) i want a friend (a woman, a lover, a friend) mmm, i want somebody to share my love
This month it was neglect, our boy died of an overdose
Last month a gunshot, a typical story
That's just the way it goes in a failed territory
No hope, just dope, and your chances are slim
To grow up and get out 'cause you're already in
The vacuum of the street so powerful
Sucking you in it drains your mind by the hour fool
Still smoking dippers our friends are all dusted
Slave to a bottle of juice, fucking disgusted
It had to be you Lyrics
It had to be you It had to be you I wandered around And finally found Somebody who Could make me be true Could make me be blue. Or even be glad Just to be sad Thinking of you.
Can't you see the neighborhood's black hole
And the odds are that we'll never grow old
Young guns scam running on a get ahead quick tip
With your pretty ass crimes, you're on a blind road trip
Day to day death, wish we all carry inside
Welcome to your suicide
So you call yourself a part of the avenue crew
Living here doesn't offer much else to do
But get into beef and take each other's back
Kid of eighteen, broke h
Always changing with the trends like a fucking chameleon
Live for yourself 'cause you're one in a million
A rebel 'cause you weren't born into wealth
But the only thing holding you down is yourself
On the road we get phone calls breaking our hearts
When they find someone we love in the trunk of a car
Nothing you can do. Just another sad story
Wake up, break out
An epitaph from your own self doubt
It had to be you It had to be you I wandered around And finally found Somebody who Could make me be true Could make me be blue. Or even be glad Just to be sad Thinking of you.
Can't you see the neighborhood's black hole
And the odds are that we'll never grow old
Young guns scam running on a get ahead quick tip
With your pretty ass crimes, you're on a blind road trip
Day to day death, wish we all carry inside
Welcome to your suicide
So you call yourself a part of the avenue crew
Living here doesn't offer much else to do
But get into beef and take each other's back
Kid of eighteen, broke h
You'll Be Gone Lyrics
Sweetheart we're alone And you are mine Let's make this night a night to remember Don't make our love a cold dying ember For with the dawn, you'll be gone Hold me close in your arms as the night with
is skull with a batSweetheart we're alone And you are mine Let's make this night a night to remember Don't make our love a cold dying ember For with the dawn, you'll be gone Hold me close in your arms as the night with
Always changing with the trends like a fucking chameleon
Live for yourself 'cause you're one in a million
A rebel 'cause you weren't born into wealth
But the only thing holding you down is yourself
On the road we get phone calls breaking our hearts
When they find someone we love in the trunk of a car
Nothing you can do. Just another sad story
Wake up, break out
An epitaph from your own self doubt