dead behind, Striking forward for a cause, That I once believed. Striking - ripping - crying. Is this humanity, This is not my belief, Living the dead behind
excuse [Part 5: Tales of another broken home] To live and not to breathe Is to die In tragedy To run, to run away To find what you believe And I leave behind
floor Weapons of war, smashin' head in the wars They're dead in the morgues, behead 'em with chainsaws Black blood in guts, rain within my slaughter halls Dead
they hoped that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten Y'all just piss on me, shit on me, spit on my grave (uh) Talk about me, laugh behind my back but in my face
believe it and I believe tonight We can leave this world, Leave it all behind, We can steal this car if your folks don't mind, We can live forever if
Sun Bathe Six Days, Kamikazee Renegade, Now We Never Been Afraid Kept The Trap Hot Enough To Fry Egg In The Shade, I Ball Till The Day Lying Dead In The Grave Leave The Feds Behind
fucked up shit that go down man.. You don't even know the half..) [Verse 1] Man I been in and outta trouble since an adolescents Spoiled rotten, dead
to live, you got to suffer, you got to be willing to bleed. I was born a fortunate son. But I learned early on if you want to live, you got to suffer,
wife will not die alone Pray to god you will watch your children grow And that you will live again to fight your foe That you will live to fight another
never break me. Death only wishes that it can fucking take me, and I see you just sinking away. I'm X'd up but I see you drinking to an early grave.
Put root to our family name I get proud of my birthright Think of those things that I must leave When I leave behind this city And the living Finally
did weep. I heard his best friend Frankie say, "He ain't dead, he's just asleep." Then I saw the old man's limousine head back towards the grave I guess
dead, dissed and forgotten Luck ran out, they hoped that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten Y'all just piss on me, shit on me, spit on my grave Talk about me, laugh behind
, feel no pain as I penetrate Nigga five deep as I strike at a quick pace I got the evil of my dead nigga trapped in my mind So my soul is a threat to
you made, call you gay on Hot 97 Drop by your dwellin' got the weapon right behind your melon Ain't no tellin' when the bullet's behind the trigger I do it to live
I come, they go, I run, they slow I ain?t ashamed that I did what I did I just live how I live, you don't like it, say so Ain't a singer on my payroll
DeMo its his birthday and that Key-C, on that Long Drive bought a baked potato with chives, Im gone come through watch that boy gots to go live, yes Im
dark side of the track No sunny skies, just really black We live real down here, Lord, let us live No playin' around here, Lord, let us live Don't hate