you're only a kid at heart (I know you're only a kid at heart) I know you're only a kid at heart Started out as a bedtime story Turned into a fight
Übersetzung: Amerika. Nur ein Kind am Herzen.
know you're only a kid at heart (I know you're only a kid at heart) I know you're only a kid at heart Started out as a bedtime story Turned into
I'm debated disputed hated and viewed in America as a motherfuckin drug addict like you didn't experiment? Now now, that's when you start to stare at
me as a monger of hate and Satan a scatter-brained atheist But that ain't the case, see it's a matter of taste We as a people decide if Shady's as bad
man King Tee, seem like he cant think Without a drink but he's a player, he's a player Got to admit it, TLA, you a goddamn player To Tone-Loc, boo, ya and the man Kid
Yo no lies When I was five I arrived in America Made it alive survived the hell of a trip kid I'm telling ya Sellin' the freedom town to put my feet on
they paint me As a monger of hate and Satan a scatter-brained atheist But that ain't the case See it's a matter of taste We as a people decide If Shady
terrorist act's will have you pigs squealin at last. Wayne County Jail full of noxious gas got three quarters of your senses massed, you're left with only
gifted and black, you got no rights Your only true right is a right to a fight And not a fair fight, I wake up wonderin' who died last night Everyone and everything is at
And this goes on until I'm old and gray There was a rich man, a poor man, a beggar, and a thief Now each had a different hustle to get food to eat The
see draws me, Though it's only in You that I can truly see that its a feast for the eyes- a low blow to purpose. And I'm a little kid at a three ring
draws me, Though it's only in You that I can truly see that its a feast for the eyes- a low blow to purpose. And I'm a little kid at a three ring circus
knick knack pattywack, give a dog a bone Im still down to sell crack got a fiends home God bless the child with a flawless flow Say gave a nigga the
hill and the year has just begun I see America lonely with its dick hard (Hello) Wrote this on the back of a greeting card From this bleeding heart rolling down a
this?" I'ma thug, a thug til heart be stop Til they pick me off the street nigga, murdered a shot My wars, my words, the only thing that I got And I
sweep, like a broom Full moons make me howl like a wolf outta breath Sold only new vocal cords I heard Genius on Gef So step back, to the lab at, high
