sting And your cell mate is a 25 to lifer They will stab you then ??? then fuck you on Rikers And Life Goes On Now back to the coward of the hour who lied
were songs I got my brothers there fighting those wars, fighting over scraps ans scraping their sores Under a blanket of a fire and pride that can't keep us warm for the cold
momma's friend We had governin', who would have thought the love would end Like ice cold albums, all good things Grab a dope, sing the same song that
the almighty The gift to write a song My dream turn to reality when the Grammy touch me hand bim No mek me settle down and pause fe a secound Sting International
Deep in the back of my mind is an unrealized sound Every feeling I get from the street says it soon could be found When I hear the cold lies of the pusher
the struggle tryin to get this fuckin meal, why? Niggaz act shifty so I shift a long three tri three chrome, it's the same ol song I seen the shades
: Sinners heart can't think or feel The sharp sting of slicing steel Punish, kill, repeat The death caress, so bittersweet I live outside the rule of
s friend We had governin', who would have thought the love would end Like ice cold albums, all good things Grab a dope, sing the same song that all hoods
2] I, oh well I could live in this town Five cold years before I Yes I could live in this town Five cold years Yes I could live in this town Five cold
: Deep in the back of my mind is an unrealized sound Every feeling I get from the street says it soon could be found When I hear the cold lies of the
: Co-codamol kick start my faltering heart, Tape up my soul before it falls apart, Stop stop the sting, There's blood on everything, Come cover me up
it is life, it's the sun, It is night, it is death, it's a trap, it's a gun. The oak when it blooms, a fox in the brush, The nod of the wood, the song
in the struggle tryin to get this fuckin meal, why? Niggaz act shifty so I shift a long three tri three chrome, it's the same ol song I seen the shades
Sting that's red and cost a whole lotta bread White gold to flash, hand to the crotch Get down town and cop a cold ass watch *brrr* No ice banks I don
just the sting of a pin prick And out cold with your mouth shut you look so beautiful When you wake up I'll be gone And this will be the last song Now