good time I said hey (Hey) I don't mean to frighten you away This is cracker soul It comes so easy I said hey (Hey) I don't get your head a mess This is
Übersetzung: Cracker. This Is Cracker Soul.
us, man [Verse 2: Gruzen] This is what I do, I infect hope And inspire folk by painting pictures with the better view My soul is weather proof, my mind
crack of a gun and the snap of a bone we will fall to our knees, and we're gone, and we won't come back. NOW, I'm alive! And my soul is on fire. And
hit it one time. We are destined to be dead as a nation, don't let it come to this, resist the temptation. Gamble for your soul with the devil you
mine [echo] Time to take you back into time Follow this here One way out This black hole For this black soul Shit is outta control I'm fighting
, wonderin if he sees us Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes Livin in jail, this is hell, enemies die Wonder when we all pass is anybody
wicked ways, fuck a bitch Bad Boy niggaz eat a dick a day, bumpin this Lord have mercy it's a slaughter So wicked that my tracks is wettin niggaz like
beginnin Wonder how s**t like the Qu'ran and the Bible was written What is religion? Gods words all cursed like crack Shai-tan's way of gettin us back
we try to change the past, in vain Never knowin if this game'll last, feelin ashamed of cocaine, the product of the devil, am I sellin my soul? Got tired
to blast Livin underage, but he'll blaze on yo' bitch ass Is there a heaven for a G? And if it is, will I finally get to be at peace? On these streets
? Is it Buddah, Jehovah, or Jah? Or Allah? Is it Jesus? Is it God? Or is just yourself? Definately not to be imposed, being a demon Because this is the
corner where we sell crack Some of you niggaz is bustas; you runnin 'round with these tramp=ass bitches, don't trust her But don't cry, this world ain
not to be a racist, but let's face this: wouldn't you if we could trade places? I got lynched by some crooked cops, and to this day them same motherfuckers
get My money right, ya nah mean I'm good don't worry 'bout me I'm good Ya know? This is about you now, is it 'gon make you happy to see me gone? Are you
Joy wouldn't feel so good, if it wasn't for pain Death gotta be easy, 'cause life is hard It'll leave you physically, mentally, and emotionally scarred This
fairytales for this young black male Some see me stranded in this land of Hell Jail and crack cells ???? culture Or the repercussion While bustin' on back-stabbing vultures Sellin' my soul
my time is none, because I'm writing more I don't hear to meet a soul in this business I'm here to eat, speak, until these ho's feel this I ain't gonna
