diet I pass in a ride on triot, that's traze But those who was in the days when the teachers was on that pay I'm raised in the cajun cage, with a bit
dead, fill fulla lead, incidents, classified accidents No evidence, po-po innocent crime pays, I guess It's the American ways, far from slaves, yet behind bars and cage
visionary in a cage, Londonderry A visionary, foggiest notion, visionary A visionary Strip away the silver and the gold With torn up stories in your cage
They ready for the kid to say lay, yeah This the boy Cassidy man And I'm feeling like a red nose that we just let out the cage man I'm ready to bite
destruction, innocents Persist a rain forest seen as nothing more Than an area on a map To be stripped of resources For corporate profit The indigenous
Struggling, one breath of air that is all I ask You're choking me and I am stripped down to the core I am a must be fan raging in my cage And I can feel
ride on triot, that's traze But those who was in the days when the teachers was on that pay I'm raise in the cajun cage, with a bit of amazing grace
talk to it Simply sayin', "Mr. Water, what is it that you runnin' from?" Asked the bird in the tree, "What is it that you hummin' for?" Now knowin' why the caged
we give At 16 I hit the Ave with a brick, smashed with the chicks Dipped fast on them dicks, zip bag full of nicks I was bad on the strip, deuce, deuce
hatred may just make me strong enough to walk away They may chase me to the ends of the earth But I've got you, babe And they may strip me of the things
Mathers, I'm an alcoholic (Hi, Marshall) I have a disease and they don't know what to call it Better hide your wallet, 'cause I'm comin' up quick to strip
Serena Altschul, still leaked up Yo, break up this ounce True, knee deep in a box in the back seat poppin' her Start shooting like trench coat mafia Yo, Cage
lift weight, fine As if they content with they time They strip us at the visit Limit our education Ridicule us niggas modern enslavement Even though I'm out of the cages
concave I'm sort of a poor sport, nothing short of Liu Kang Got me feeling like [Hook: Akon] I fall and I rise, with the fire still in my eyes My scars and my stripes
and then caught my little seed Can it be, the ice have us trife life, made me grab the knife The righteous man would be within these stripes pipes Take
is like a rerun So I reach out and try to teach one But eighty-five percent uncivilized content No tolerance so a lifetime is spent behind a cage
Feverishly savouring my sordid, charnel chore, The rib cage and sternum I frenziedly bore, Skin flayed and stripped as your torso is wrecked, A grotesquely