up with what? Rage! When my brothers stay dying of everything else but old age My heart fills up with what? Rage! My heart fills up with what? Rage! My
when you die But some cry, and gets by, while others choose to wonder why His life was took at such an early age A young nigga who lived in a rage died
The beast lives out of the raging storm in the dead of night The ravenous, blood-sick creatures searches for it's sacrifice Through the hideous darkness
[Intro: Violent J] The Time has come for the blood to run into the streets paved with gold We have lived in the zoo of the ghetto for so long And like
The time has come for the blood To run into the streets paved with gold We have lived in the zoo of the ghetto for so long And like animals we kill each
16 You see the front page news only show the inmates, and not the cage While elections play with the public's rage Fuck those who criticize, let 'em lead their lives
say in they songs gangstas dont stay long they make a little noise then they gone thats why i tell my sister i love her plus my mom and my brother live
(Mr J Medeiros) Envision the prison of age where the apparent disposition is that of a parrot commissioned to live in a cage who hits the parents when
live today Now I'm back again - in hell I'm back home I'm back home in hell Bang! someone shot next door Someone robbed the store Raging war in the
I?ve met As many haters I?ve dissed, there?s people that I respect As many times as I?ve failed, as many times as I?ve won As many lives as I touch,
les faits Tel est mon lot Montreur de mots, diseur d'images Ouvreur de cages, compteur des mots Ecrire ma rage sur page Vomir ma noirceur En live
of Gatineau My name is Jean-Guy, ma jolie J'ai une maison a Lafontaine Where we can live, if you marry me Une belle maison a Lafontaine Where we will live
j'n'aime pas les violons, claire j'dA©teste les saisons J'vois que toute cette pression qui me gagne et m'A©loigne Clair j'n'aime pas les violons, claire j
Louis and Mobile, they clock steel and pop pills Savannah, Georgia and they K kill can forget about J-ville A-town and D-town, they grab ki's like rebounds Arkansas is straight rage
, back to reality Don't fear death, cause I know that it's promised to me Flashes, I get flashes of jason Gimme a knife, a million lives I'm wastin The
B.J. don't cry no more Wonders what his heart is beating for He says he takes it muhc too hard Give my regards to B.J. In a fit
to learn to enjoy the night Follow every letter (A) Assess cleaned up the past is all forgiven (B) Better get teamed up, alone you just can't live it
