push this so called force that inspires their call To be extreme so it seems is a mental crutch To cover up for those that are completely out of touch
Übersetzung: Death. Out Of Touch.
push this so called force that inspires their call to be extreme so it seems is a mental crutch To cover up for those that are completely out of touch
bad thought And head for the door Outside on the pavement The dark makes no noise I can feel the sweat on my lips Leaking into my mouth I'm heading out
startin niggas to scrap See my hood straight thugged out You in my hood slippin, nigga you get drugged out Ya body layin there, but ya spirit is shoved out
Grace, If you touch my face, You gotta know I'm still alive. Just to know I'm still alive. Samo and Grace, How long's it been? Since your baby faced death
with princables to old men with debts And all the prank calls was death threats that bitch had the best sex All across the globe and the bitch head game was out
do Nigga we'll kill you I'm ready for combat, a solider on the frontline Take me to the streets, nigga mothafuck a punchline It only take one time, for you to send a death
he... Touched me He looked at me and stared, yes he Bumped me My heart was unprepared when he Tapped me And knocked me off my feet One little touch Now
i bite my tongue till i taste my blood so you won't hear my cries hiding in my private darkness i put you out of my mind my fear of death being overcome
touch, shit Ain't flashed a smile in a long while An unexpected birth worst of the ghetto childs My attitude got me walkin solo, ride out alone in my
Filipino And when I meet her I'ma offer her some indo Tounge-kissin on the window of a pearl white limo Don't wanna be your man, I'm your nigga Touch
a mac-fo' Torn ligaments, all up in that nigga shoulder And a vest couldn't protect that flesh Cause I got, slugs, to knock the air out your chest Death
outta touch, shit Ain't flashed a smile in a long while An unexpected birth worst of the ghetto childs My attitude got me walking solo Ride out alone
my dogs in the mornin And if I die by a slug, the death of a true thug Tell me will my ni**az mourn me? Gettin blowed out High, watch me murder the bird
I send this out to all the fallen soldiers That's in the cemetaries buried Never got to see they dreams For everything I touch you touch For every step
got no place to go... Where you find me? 16 on Death Row 16 on Death Row It's to all my partners in the penitentiaries 16 on Death Row
cop I got me a glock, and a glock for tha niggas on my block 4 of'em tried ta stab me, I moved out sold a pound a weed, made g's, bought a new house i