your feet i can't get enough i can never stop the lust i keep still now you can bleed me white if you stay you see my second sight i keep still you can bleed me white
Übersetzung: Vision. Bleed Me White.
hard to count (yeah) I blow an ounce and watch the plot thicken We on the block pitchin While the cops watch with optic vision Listen, my hood is chaos
from tsunami But haters like the L, it's the white boy behind me But you couldn't inhale a flow that's more grimey It would still prevale if another label sign me
infected bitches Genocide on the down-low, the White Man's wishes [Second Verse] My father figures was Arnold "Schwarzanigga" and Sly Styllone Puttin' visions
1] I had a vision of a murder X-Raided sitting in a house with a 9 in my hand and a joint in my mouth Straight fucking with that sisqo, it got me noid
The wise self flourish inherit, Halls of Fame Crime visions in my blood got me, locked in prison While we die hard living people whine about religion, vision
threats on her life and being caged with Aryan whites Through dark halls of hate she carried the light I wonder what would happen if that woulda been me
Okay If you shed blood with me to this point, you deserve an explanation For all the hell that you've endured, while helping me reach my destination And
stimulate our economy new york is my city sort of like vice city up all night, to to sky, pink like white titties making the classic rthym, i'm having visions
mind like dienetics Havin visions of emergency surgery, anesthetic Respirators and IV and these All around me, beside me Man this all reminds me Of how
. Grace open the secrects through visions pouring lastly her wasted time FILTH covered under a PURE white silk ...throne bleeds her last piece of a grace... Drown me
of race, dark colors bring light and erase the view of illusion Visions of hope they haunt my psyche, tease me, tie me up in a world of white lies They
last words, I'm having difficultly breathing Dying on the inside, internally bleeding Angel of death dragging me away while I'm sleeping Watching my world crumble in front of me
hope in mercy from above I saw the pope kissing concrete A mile away a hundred children bleed White lightning - stop frightening Give me a deep breath of life White
Nineteen sixty-three White and black upon the land She brought me to the monuments And made us all join hands And scarcely six months later She held me
