He turned his back & I started to cry I asked God why is life so hard So I turn my back on you You turn your back on me Fuck your system and fuck you
asked God why is life so hard He turned his back & I started to cry You turn your back on me So I turn my back on you Fuck your system and fuck you too
Oversettelse: Against All Authority. Hard som faen.
say You already said it, Royce I ain't calling names 'cause all of y'all the same, plus I'm the king, all my past pain all done changed up All these plains, all
it [Verse 1 - Royce da 5'9?] I ain't calling names cause all of y'all the same, plus I'm the king, all my past pain all done changed up All these plains, all
sounds of fighting* Verse Two: Ghostface Killah So yo break that nigga arm fast as a fuck Tell Ra, Goldie left my beige jacket in his truck To all
nightmares. Is this really all that we can hope for as life? Is this really all that we can hope for as death? Maybe our lives don't matter that much
msayin will? [will] word! [krs] yeah it seems they all forgot On the mic you'll get fucked up In the clubs you'll get fucked up Anywhere bronx brooklyn
the third World War So I can start World War 4 and murder us all I don't give a fuck if you rich or you poor Don't give a fuck if you got ya' picture
weave is lookin' like a poodle Excuse my French, je m'appelle 'LL' I'm platinum again, so tell 'em to go to hell Then pour some Cristal for my foes that fell Hard as
*sounds of fighting* [Verse Two: Ghostface Killah] So yo break that nigga arm fast as a fuck Tell Ra, Goldie left my beige jacket in his truck To all
enemy, authority Police are all enemy Richeously, this life fo' me ain't as bad as it seems to be But still in all I love, all I love Take my ten fingers
to accept those nightmares. Is this really all that we can hope for as life? Is this really all that we can hope for as death? Maybe our lives don't
, authority police are all enemy richeously, this life fo' me ain't as bad as it seems to be but still in all I love, all I love take my ten fingers,
around Taurus, And the Mormons can't explain the stars reflectin' in her corneas. It makes they hearts beat hard against they corsets which Bops they lockets up against
a poodle 'Scuse my French, "Je m'appelle LL" I'm platinum again so tell 'em to go to hell Then pour some Cristal for my foes that fell Hard as hell,
