Songtexte:
Born Against Body Counts

Fuck your version of a world where no one's ugly and no one's old fuck your version of a beauty that sets the standards for all the runners up fuck your

at the end] [Verse Two: Nas] I woke up early on my born day, I'm twenty years of blessing The essence of adolescent leaves my body now I'm fresh in

s like Merrill Lynch I'm on that bullshit Real spit, money come first, and even worse You need all your toes & fingers to count up what I'm worth, trick

I would climb the Andes solely To count the freckles on your body Never could imagine there were only So many ways to love somebody Somebody, somebody, somebody Lucky you were born

a Smith & Wesson And all my niggaz in the pen, here we go again Ain't nuttin separatin us from a mack-10 Born in the ghetto as a hustler, told ya A straight

a smith & wesson And all my niggaz in the pen, here we go again Ain't nuttin separatin us from a mack-10 Born in the ghetto as a hustler, told ya A straight

threads poetry written time dogmatically lifes plague the first aid acquired deficiency spreading it aimlessly have heart crash course caustic dripping gins the reaper body count

Where's your anger where's their body count they want to know why you fight when the inside's rotting out here's their omission there's the infection

fun of distance Lucky that I love a foreign land for The lucky fact of your existence Baby I would climb the Andes solely To count the freckles on your body