ringing in my head you can't see what i see, you can't feel what i feel Guilty - the time will surely come guilty - when i pay a heavy price - guilty
Übersetzung: Sick Of It All. Schuldig.
the ringing in my head you can't see what i see, you can't feel what i feel Guilty - the time will surely come guilty - when i pay a heavy price - guilty
focus When I was sick as a little kid To keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did And all my childhood memories Are full of all the sweet
You act like it's outrageous give me space it won't get better And maybe we will argue and be through with all these sorry letters Soon as I come home it
I was sick as a little kid To keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did And all my childhood memories Are full of all the sweet things you
in it, your heart's not in it? What do you do when you just don't get it, you just don't get it? Where do you go when you reach your limit, you reach
the Jesus piece (thank you God), with my peeps Packin, askin who want it, you got it nigga flaunt it That Brooklyn bullshit, we on it [Chorus: sung
or oppresses you. It could be anything. In my case, it's my neurosis, my depression... but I don't want it to be limited to that, it's certainly different for different people. It
enemy When I'm all alone All alone Save this kid from killing too much time A waste of mind would be the perfect crime Is this world guilty of complicity
the beginnin until the rhyme end It's, no stoppin, every line's mind bogglin Stoppin your top artist, toppin them When we spit sick, naw critics love
to be bothered with all of this nonsense it's constant And, "Oh, it's his lyrical content - - the song 'Guilty Conscience' has gotten such rotten responses" And all
, and it's Not over 'till we say it's finished and G-Unit spinners Will keep spinnin', this is Hip Hop when it's in it's Truest form, the greatest, Hate
I'm too clever (Have you ever worshipped the devil?) No, never I said it once I said it twice, I said it three times Then they pulled my file and found all
sleep at all last night cause I had so much on my mind I'd like to leave it all behind, but you know it's not that easy [Chorus] Wouldn't it be great
Earth. Demented, sick and crazy, Damaged, distressed and hurt. Battered and beaten, Never too young to die Drunk with power, And FUELED BY HATE! Guilty as charged. Failed all
'all can't see that Y'all, cats, can't touch me Y'all, dudes, can't touch me Jigga, Kelly, not guilty Jigga, Kelly, not guilty I got, all, my mamis
