tua immagine si offusca mentre mille pensieri che a parole non saprei, si confondono nella mia testa e non c'e piu un perche. Ma chissa questo momento
here falls now undone looks beyond the credits sum livid fractures less of fate the whisper winds blow the seed of hate disturbed society dogs my turn
the street You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight You gotta strike when the moment
The flag is black, red, and blue True shoot from the hoopty Dogs jump out of dooly But it'll take more than that to move me Like; wireless mics for tireless
street, you gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed. And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight, you gotta strike when the moment
Bickin' back being bool in a little dugout Wait for the moment to serve 'em What the muthafuckas don't know Just might hurt 'em I cocked back the goddamn hammer And aim Directly for
flag is black, red, and blue True shoot from the hoopty Dogs jump out of dooly But it'll take more than that to move me Like; wireless mics for tireless
damn reach Your talk is cheap at least I practice what I teach And when all systems fail you return to the beats But got nothing to say, the chosen one for
