Übersetzung: Doa. Blind Aber.
:] blind men can't see got their heads up their butts blind men don't know they're like a bunch of sheep blind men got no eyes blind men all around. they
room without the shower was cold again "Are we already middle-aged", she said And I said "I feel nothing I feel like a jelly-fish", "Maybe it's the Portuguese Men-O
the Folgers, the soldiers are human beings Man actin as if he was the supreme bein Clockin the souls of men out like he was G-O-D and W-A-Rrah, there'
in bystanders, get cancelled, D.O.A. Around the way where we from Hope the future reduce the rate of those buried young Life is every man's kingdom, a
Blaze me On the job like Dick Tracy Hit the cure for that ill shit like Ben Casey, M.D. Symbolic thrill like god he shocked it Like a finger in a light
in the dope game with the caine and the crack, got a gat 20 sack, Benz and a Cadillac like a mack Uhh, like a mack, uhh, like a mack We're steady bein pimped like a
, knahmsayin? Peace to the Gods, we got a heavy job... yo, yo Trouble follows behind a wicked mind, 20/20 vision of the prism of light but still blind
So many men, Anna, they wanna play, Anna They all wanna get their name up in your day planner I swear, even if it's only for a day, Anna For a majority, you'd
', but I'm just saggin' I betcha don't wanna see the D O double G and you can't see The D R to the E or my motherfuckin' homey D.O.C. You know you can
your blinds Behind your door, you want war? Don't think so, you know my M-O Beretta 9, black Rambo Big guns, extra ammo Plus, heavy artillery, D-stream
't slip It's been a hard road, and I been walkin this And did a lot of hustlin to get you off of this I got a bank roll, grow like fungus So much money
the forgers, the soldiers are human beings Man actin' as if he was the supreme bein' Clockin' the souls of men out like he was G O D and W A Rrah, there
Blaze me On the job like Dick Tracy Hit the cure for that ill shit like Ben Casey, M.D. Symbolic thrill like God he shocked it Like a finger in a light
, I dented a tomb for style A toast to the death of my foes, respect violence, the criminal codes Hammer smack a nigga out his five senses Leave him dumb, deaf and blind
should feel the way they feel themselves Rich men think that happiness is a million dollar bills So how come most of them O.D. on sleeping pills Eye
gut immer mehr blut bis zur tollwut blut muss nicht sein aber wut muss hinaus r o c k - d a - h a u s mit jedem lied, jedem bild, jedem fest, jedem satz
bystanders, get cancelled, D.O.A. Around the way, where we from Hope the future reduce the rate of those buried young Life is every man's kingdom, a
