m supposed to You see my wife and kids, they depend on me To provide them with nothing but the best I feel it's my duty, my obligation to live up to the
scream Instead of reading us the small print of big business deals Imagine how your kids would feel growing up Skin burning up each day, heat wave never slowing up
pay. We dipped. Used to play for you, even used to pray for you. Never that cause you wanted to spit in my face and that was up up up and away for you
other one I stay in trouble ha? Ain't got too much to loose Knew I could loose it all but never thought of losin' you Eleven years ago I still regret
live a life of regret With your hair in a net, a welfare check, 16 kids in an old sublet That's what you get, that's what you get It's all your fault,
and dried up all my tears But I was a mama's boy spoiled to the core Fifteen years later I became X-Raided Hard headed and don't regret it My mama told
they bum bum too) So come on (Come on) Come on *Come on with it now, get up, get up Get up and get down with the get down* [Chorus]
: [Chorus: sampled from Black Moon's "How Many MC's Must Get Dissed"] Pen predator Pen predator, et cetera et cetera [x7] Pen predator, et cetera, yeah
As it sharpens and it's shimmering Every cut, a song All the inner voices whispering Say I've done it wrong I got mine to say, let it go when it dies
Rally 'round the fool we all fall The promise of a better life But after all the lights have gone off You just lost your appetite Desperate hearts, desperate
You've got the dirty bones And I've got nothing to wash them with But after we sing this song I've got so little left, I've got less Oh, how the collar
Speak here on your cue Now look into camera five See the slightest hue In the soft focus lights I wish this were all over We're in for a long, long haul
This trespass My weaker wings couldn't carry much of anything But my temptress You take a toll on the vengeance's, oh merciful Defenseless against this
you will, it's so traumatic Yeah, it's automatic He wants to lead a life so tragic The therapy is just a habit No, he's not an addict Hang up the phone
Shout it out, shatter your lung Long fall to the floor Crying out, dry as a bone Take you somewhere But it's too late, it's too far You're faking the
You'll turn away calling back as you run Say it can, that it can, that it can be done You're the last continental bastard chosen son It may be a while
pace the salvation plea The whole scene's fading As if the walls are caving in Have to up the medicine Last time I swore, no lies, no regrets Still
, excuse me, yes, they do but they don't look that much like me Or you but if you pull up the sheets and expose them They'll crawl up like snakes and