distant scar Forced it down with the rest Of the bitterness and humility not less Than the air we simply breathe and sterilize Say a prayer for me I
Yeah, right about now Motherfuckers is layin for a nigga like me, Ice-T To bust some freestyle shit but I don't do that I just cold lounge up here at
this game And it looks like they're gonna make a crim'nal out of me A criminal out of me But those guys who are down on me winnin' Lord knows, they take
your answers are knives This city makes a cartoon of a crime Capes and umbrellas, the glorification of slime I have to face this horror, Senora My religion asks me to pray for
me his lady Tell me "Lover wait" Calling Jesus, please Send his love to me Oh, wind and rain they haunt me Look to the north and pray Send me, please
Christmas list of all the crime's he's committed He says he didn't do it, but we know he did it Summons his lawyers, fingerprints, bung shots Lookin' for
eye i stay focus on writing my rhymes these streets are inviting to crime if i didn't write rhymes and I'd probably go mad in my mind cos its only music that keeps me
s to blame for tootin? caine into your own vein What a shame, you shoot and aim for someone else?s blame You claim the insane for this day And time for falling prey to crime
our love was three-dimensional One me, two you three your pops Now what am I to do I had to transform into educated lad Going around doing chores for
Music for your convertible, music for burnin cardio! Don't use it for burners - they'll find me in your stereo and blame me for the murder sock me up
sleeping on them soon they partner creeping on them Committing crimes of passion they in caskets mothers weeping on them With her head in her hands There's only
want to have to wake up here They say that most people can only dream in black and white That's why he packs a knife and only reappears at night I pray for
over the game, it's nothing I live on the line, from corner to castles with pawns and capsules Scramble and find, my money's up, I'm praying for war I
Patriot Act While we swing on this bitch 'til we break it in half [Chorus] [Paris] You guilty if arrested and niggaz are thugs Only good for welfare
dilemma when the people support the death penalty but call abortion murder for sport For the fake patri-OT, ain't no questions asked 'Specially, when the babies kill each other for
mattress Ruegurs, losses and grindals when my minds in blackness Then I act this way the beast unleashed Rabbis, monks and priests always pray for peace But it's deceased now only
