oh but keep on walking Hail a dead man's march Straight through the heart Now for a start or you're dead I said, "You're dead" Hail a dead man's march
lose control and takes my soul brings me across this fiery coals. Choirs Dead and gone Do and Die drinking driving suicide, Heading down the last road of your life, Dead
me a future, but not today Dead end youth Is here to stay, society doesn't care about me anyway Dead end youth Got nowhere to go, heading down the wrong road Dead
be my last sip of life. I see at least one hundred miles Of shifting, stirring sand. A forsaken man in this strangers' land. They've left me for...dead
Übersetzung: Holy Soldier. Dead And Gone.
Übersetzung: Rock 'N' Roll Soldiers. Fluch der March.
Übersetzung: 2pac. Ballade eines toten Soldaten.
my last sip of life. I see at least one hundred miles Of shifting, stirring sand. A forsaken man in this strangers' land. They've left me for... dead
'm fucking hoes for me and you both [Verse Two] 1997, November I had bad days in my life It looked like that was the worst Niggas shot my round like a dog Left him for dead
nigga You speedin' shorty better stay in ya lane Before I send one of my soldiers to blow out ya brains I'm the general what? You salute me You a dead
: Life, and all the lessons I've learned... I done been through it all, I done had people try take my life... Leave me for dead, but victories that much
: (feat. Rick Ross) Life, and all the lessons I've learned.. I done been through it all, I done had people try take my life... Leave me for dead, but
idea of fun and let those be forgiven who never owned a gun was it him or me or the wailing of the dead the laughing soldiers cast their lots and
the Mall site with a tour of Japanese. He's wandering and lost until a vet in worn fatigues takes him down to where they belong. Near a soldier, an
perverse generation Cling to the bible, humility is vital We see it in lives of Paul and his disciples Serving him like father, some fellow soldiers Let
City, My City, My City Let me tell you bout my city Lord homie, As if you ain?t read?, Where the practice black magic And speak to the dead (speak to the dead
