Group Home - Baby pa

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Uh, check it out..
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

    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...

    The watcher

    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...

    Requiem

    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...

    La mer

    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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