You're always thinking About what to say and what to do But what's more important To stay honest or to stay true? I can't see you Where are you
ours? The stripes and the stars for the rights of men who have died for the protect? The women and men who have broke their necks for the freedem of
all broken bones here, open wounds that don't heal Chokin on my own fears, drowning in my own tears Human; and that's the way that I remain Fuck fighting my beliefs
you heard the stories: Murdering for glory Sent to purgatory for doing something perverted and gory [Chorus: Everlast] When your heart won?t beat, your eyes go
Calculus) oh my God (English) so many flaws Playing ball didn't look to good for me My future, could not see I had lost all my beliefs And gave up on
beautiful country of ours? The stripes and the stars for the rights of men Who have died for the protect? The women and men who have broke their necks For
's that wild ass motherfucker catchin' wreck Stickin' Jamaicans for sound sets outside discoteques It's Klep the death specialist, Stallone and Stone shit Stayin' high representin for
wicked rhyme, what more can I tell ya You're quick to pick and find a hardcore record seller I paved the way for days, I'm a new wave yeller For decades
become the best President ever And not just President, fend for yourself Signs his name, takes the blame For all of the names with no shame In their beliefs
scooped up my friends Now I got five dawgs that'll die for me like I'll die for them I'll fight for them, swing or shoot like I fight for Kim All of
do the shit I wanna do You know what I'm sayin'? But I don't give a fuck about What these niggas think That's they beliefs, here go mine I gets embedded
push me I thought my name was self explanatory, y'all niggaz be asking for it Rosco's slang term for gun, P's for Porter Coldchain nigga I'll take yours
looking for a harder crystal, I'm feeling for something smoother I'm listening for a starter pistol. three sheets to the wind and I'm using clouds for
? A rich ho, or a broke ass ho? [Verse 3] Yea, me momma got my name from the Baptist who made tha wrong moves wit the women and died for it You make
get go Comin' up one gouroujina 3:30 Fast it's like I got a cracker up my ass Crass educated middle, middle class Half caste one of a critical mass Broke
go get. And i got it but now that i think about it i make music for my heart and not for my pockets. Not for profit more for the soul and hopefully Niggas
kind of you to pick up the album and give it a try for once And run and tell your homies that these motherfuckers will die for us So many questions, fingers pointing for
scooped up my friends Now I got five dawgs that'll die for me like I'll die for them I'll fight for them, swing or shoot like I fight for kim All of '