Group Home - Baby pa
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Walkin through the ghetto and the feelin is fine
Relaxation, no frustration
Cause it s time to get live
One hand whatches the other in this lonely street
No justice, no peace
Motherfuckers mo-il
So we struggle and strive
Niggas just to stay alive
I send fear in this pussy rappers rhymin ok
Yo we speak what we feel
And what we feel must be real
Baby Pa, you know the deal...
Inne utwory
Make it in life Game recognize game Sacrifice Serious rap shit Suspended in time Oh sweet America Politic all night Up against the wall Beefin for rap Be like that 4 Give my sins Tear shit down Inna citi life A train x-press Street life Losowe utwory
Let Them In, Peter
For They Are Very Tight
Give Them Couches Where the Angels Sleep
And Let Those Free
Let Them Wake Up Whole Again
To Brand New Dreams
And Fired By the Sun
Not Wartimes Bloody Guns
And May Their Peace Be Deep
Remember Where the Broken Bodies Lie
God Knows How Young They Were to Have to...
Inside the earth, they scheme for the slaughter
A part of the masterplan
Forbidden to be, for no one to see
Onnocence for pain, they twist in pleasure
Spawn from a life of gods
The watcher is all, destruction befall
The final embrace...
I would like to know what happened
to you where have you been all
this time that I ve tried to
get through but all I got was the
machine what s goin on don t play dumb
I m not blind I can see
because I know there s something wrong
or...
A perfectly symmetrical design
Delicate, unaffected by the hands of time
Can one know intentions
Of what has created you
Can one ever be certain
That their perception is true
Show me your inner workings
I trust you implicitly
This must...
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