meetings, they'll make excuses Why people died with all those bruises With Broken Bones and damaged brains Someone killed them so who's to blame?
their meetings, they'll make excuses Why people died with all those bruises With Broken Bones and damaged brains Someone killed them so who's to blame
big guns (who want it) come to my hood get some (who want it) wanna start shit in the club boy (who want it) touched up (who want it) fucked up (who
my dime Friend of mind, tryin' to lace my weed That's a muthafuckin' friend I don't need It's a shame, it's a shame, how you blamed your man For some
one chance 'cause I don't love you And I'll be boned if I cock back and slug you For all my dead niggas, that's above you It's like a feud, my family
in? What's your story when you sin? Blame that shit on your friend? I tell them hoes, "I'm in to win." That's why my name's Ken Dawg I been raw, high
eyes, but I'm tryin' to lock this Who could really blame me about those ass an' hips? She say she got some folks, Young Dre, what the deal? Let's cut
then we eatin' Full of anger until there's no more bullets in the chamber Ain't nothin' like when you get popped and don't know who to blame a Nigga
a nigger Who pulled the trigger Come on down Come on down It's weak to speak and blame somebody else When you destroy yourself First nothing's worse than a mother's
my mother when she was hollow Who can blame a woman like her, singular parent One love already dissolved and the solution left polluted Two kids with a father who broke
who had never known No hunger, shown no mercy And, and promises broke like a bone, bone And there he sat like a stone With promises broke like a bone
she's peepin' me She saw me good lovin' I broke her I C E was on my neck You started to suspect Your girl was thinking damn Who could I be? The situation
making animal sounds Well sometimes I'm hopin' That my bones will get broken Just so I can be excused From all the harrassment That I get from my classmates Who always blame
fountain's warmth and for a second taste of pain when removing that crown of thorns ?????,???,???, born hostile, pacifist huddled in subtle masochist stamp the blame
the hands stop tickin and the holes rotten And the sails get broken you'll all be down [Interlude: Bizzy Bone] Yeahhh, gimme that water baby It's gonna
body must die But for those who seek eternity For those who yearn prosperity From this single act of sanity Will raise you far above humanity Oh willing host who
homes To look down on the ruins was to sympathize and pity All the suffering and heartache, all the graves and broken bones For buried there a testament
Awake at the bottom Of the barrels we cry out So ashamed of our tears That we blame only ourselves That's when they win, they keep us convinced To lift
