tourists spend their money with love That's why! - I look upon this with fascination As you try to fill me with the wrong information That's why! -
Übersetzung: Raised Fist. Aus diesem Grund.
Morbid tourists spend their money with love That's why! - I look upon this with fascination As you try to fill me with the wrong information That's why
then three Its only cos you came here with your brothers too If you came here on your own you'd be dead Raise a glass or two You raise a fist or two
'm living my life like He's golden It's blowing me away, that this chump was chosen (me?) Saved by grace through faith that's the slogan He's our hope
It's fucked up ain't it How we can come from practically nothing to being able to have any fuckin' thing that we wanted That's why we sing for these kids
s time It's just all in your mind, what you interpret it as I say to fight, you take it as I'mma whip someone's ass If you don't understand, don't even
but I'm someone's child No-one can give me the air that's mine to breathe I met my maker I made him cry And on my shoulder he asked me why His people
with principle or reason Discussion and debate leads to frustration To the sky I raise my first accursed Damn this whole fuckin' world of slaves Why waste
imitating Samuel L. Jackson in "Pulp Fiction"] Yeah, we gon' be a bunch of little Fonzi's And y'all all know what Fonzi was...cool That's right (set it
to the sky. Asking god why? Now people say she's lucky. With a nice house and doing better than fine. To have met my step-dad that was raised in Kentucky
wig-ers Who ratified extinction of the poor, Black niggas Know why? Cause I'm that nigga that they can't stand That teach an African how to say, "Black
me, "Why are you the rebel? Is that the way you choose, attain the bass and treble?" Yup - "Brother, don't get deep," that's what they tellin me Just
Bam, Here's the plan Mother fuck Uncle Sam Step back, I know who I am Raise up your ear, I'll drop the style and clear It's the beast and lyrics they
you thought you could get with the hardlines That fill your mind The thoughts, battles fought And lessons taught And I'll display the fitness And flip like a gymnast Raise my fist
dope, that's why they sent you to jail Had you locked up with wet backs, only real niggas suffer set backs 90 days and I ain't goin' to respect that And
