Evil and cruel It won't save you Save me From what I'm gonna do You're just a number You're just a victim A dead man walking Buried alive Hold out for
down below- down, down, down in the ground and this'll be the day I didn't kiss my wife goodbye, take care of my family I'm buried alive They held
: Dark and dampness lingers in body and in soul. Dead wall of stone I cry out for twenty years alone. Exanimate a penance not fit for man nor beast.
MY LIFE. [outro] BURIED ALIVE BEHIND ENEMY LINES SURROGATE CHILD FOR THE SINS OF ALL MANKIND HATE!! BURIED ALIVE BEHIND ENEMY LINES [buried alive, buried alive
: [previously unrealsed] [Venom cover] I'm alive but dead, awake but asleep As friend gather round and mourners they weep My mind thinks of all the
time I'm not going to watch myself die I think I made it a game to play your game And let myself cry I buried myself alive on the inside So I could
nightmare Have I faced the eternal death With wide open arms I slip into deaths embrace BURIED ALIVE, BURIED ALIVE, BURIED ALIVE ONLY DEATH CAN SAVE ME NOW BURIED ALIVE, BURIED ALIVE
Buried alive Person unknown Dying inside Half the way home Somewhere Under a Delvaux moon Childhoods end Came too soon, came too soon Don't want to
on the street And the flowers she planted make it complete Now this home is like a grave inside so I'm living buried alive [ steel ] Yes I'm living buried alive
Burn so crooked (Crooked) The poet likes to spit (Spit) Kareem, that's my dog Life behind the walls Nigga, life behind the walls Yeah, welcome to Oz,
Where it at, where it at Where it at, where it at Where it at, where it at Oh do he rhyme with a slug from the shots in his face or Do he rhyme wit a
Just blaze I spit an' reload things since livin' was gold rings Fuck a piece of the pie, nigga, gimme the whole thing I done seen death, seen less, seen
Uh huh, uh huh, Brooklyn, Vietnam What you, uh, yeah, uh, come on Oh no, big Shyne Po Back in the motherfuckin' heezy for sheezy Gimme a tech that don
[Shyne] Yeah, yeah This ones for my Brooklyn playboys This ones for my L.A. playboys This ones for my Chi-town playboys ATL, down south NC, SC Where you
Shit, sometimes man, be contemplating Yo, living in hell, die, might be better Walk through the shadow of death, my out pissing Rebel, laughing at the
No, we don't need no more trouble We ain't the problem nigga We don't need no more trouble, no more trouble I ain't the problem Solve me, if I am ever
the shit sowed Fuck you punk, niggaz, witcho punk cash With the punk blast, put yo punk ass in the trunk fast The fuck y'all thought? I buried niggaz
Swizz, Po Respect our gangsta, nigga Lay down What you know 'bout rollin' out? Big Tecs, big vests, hollow tips all up in that kid neck Po live it up
