the strain I'll leave a fuckin scare Anger the pain the strain In this elitist life Anger the pain the strain In this elitist life Anger the pain the strain
Fordítás: Blood For Blood. A törzs.
yard get broke I done took blocks through war, took blocks for fall Took blocks to Wall for box of raw What you think 33 in the glock is for? Black
For ever struggle, every strip and every ghetto For every nigga toned in the pain and heavy metal For every child that's born and every nigga gone And for
strain To the plane they're born to be Harmony of diversity, sing responsibility For you and for me, sankofa Sankofa, stand for yours unite humanity
We were just thirteen straight acting a fool Everyday after class Kiv's house was the spot Making crazy prank calls hoping not to get caught Best friends, blood
fact remains that we owns that rap game Bang, bang, gotta get down for my thang Bone be me gang We runnin' with no hoes and the bigger Bone That's known for
m out there rapping, ready for the war, and end of the nights, but blessed, I'll be blasting enemies testin'. Watch out for my friends. (Wish): Bet
the bloody blood. We ready for divide and conquer playa hation, infiltration, any situation y'all muthafuckas bring. Come prepared for eternal warfare
mistakes, black, they shoot But they don't shoot to kill, so muthafuckas stray back But I nip it at the bud because I'm not down for dyin' Muthafucka, so I go for blood
barricade Looking for a love that can be made Behind your barricade Yes, and how long can I stay Behind your barricade? Where true arrows seldom stray
I have swallowed with a smile For telling my story I have been crucified Now like a mad man, I give my laurels to you Like a hero, forsake my trophies for
This hysterical house could collapse in the night And the hinges will buckle Liars choke on their spike But the darkness has a hunger It offers you blood for wild blood
Yeah, yeah Whoa Oh, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah It's like your blood runs through me, baby (Baby) And I can't get you out my vein A lust for you electric lady
't built for that Nigga chill, calm down Watch your words, don't let your mouth get ahead of ya You really talkin' reckless right now And we know you ain't built for
my m8s keep playin up the kane i don't know what i stand in the struggling and strain I'm trapped in the thunder and rain but i don't give a fuck for
wreaths Names and photos of the young black faces Whose death and blood consecrated these places Raney's mother said Raney stay at my side For you are
