keeps us in line we're not family, we're not even fucking friends we became what we fucking hate. come on! it's tiem to stand and fucking fight!
my way im that red bull now lets fly away lets find a place wit all kinds of space ill let you be the judge and (and) im the case im gudda gudda i put
I'm gone find out, why we filling up penitentiaries Faster than they can build them I'm gonna to find out, why half of our population Is behind bars and penitentiaries and
in confusion and nobody's seen him since. And the moral of the story is bells do get out of tune... And you can find shit in a silver spoon...
get me when my time was done? When I didn't have a penny and I was confined to crumbs? When I wanted to kill myself and couldn't find a gun Oh yeah that