No, I would never step into your shoes And dance in your chamber without you I'm looking and I'm praying for a place I can dwell in A place where our
I want my records back and that Motorcycle gas tank that I spray painted black The owls have been talking to me But I'm sworn to secrecy Woke up in a
I'm digging a ditch Where madness lives I'm digging a ditch Where my silence lives I'm diggin a ditch and when I am through Digging this ditch I'll dig
That's when we, That?s when we, That?s when we ride. That's when we, That?s when we Ride on these bitches. That's when we, That?s when we, That
i want a beer and i want it now i want a cigarette and i want it now i want a girl and i want her now i want these thing's from time to time i want these
I have to fake it when I deal with the system My bills are on time but my pay always late I work for myself I won't work for no one else If I worked in
A pretty young girl from Oakland hills Stole her dad's car and all her mom's pills Got all fucked up and drove off a cliff Ended up dead, dead in a ditch
ive lived in alleyways and ditches eaten things that youve disgarded but i wont be forever watching the shit you do ive slept in horror and drank the
1987 at a 7-11 police out looking for problems but im no average hoodlum still running from the pigs so it seems to me this is not the land of love
I can't be here anymore, Because I want my lifelong dream, You made it all for me I'm sure, But moving on is my redeem, It's never happened to me before
I'm runnin' this shovel way down in a ditch When you're down in a ditch it's a son of a gun Any fool knows you'll never get rich When you're down in a
Back down once again, back down into the trench Is that it to this life Thoughts of another day, the thought of better days Is what will keep us alive
Ratta to the motherfuckin', tat is how I stomp this Much love for niggas, that's sleepin' up in the darkness 'Cause I'm a crooked nigga, 2 like Pac I
Verse 1: girl tell me what, we're fighting for, i wanna hear it coming from you baby this field of battle, this aimless war, im dodging bullets waiting
The mechanics of the machine are hard to desribe in a word or a sentence, it takes a life time. Trust me I ain't got one left to live or give to explain
Deuce : That's when we, that's when we, that's when we ride. That's when we, that's when we ride on these bitches. Deuce: chorus That's when we ride
Un giorno come ieri mi chiedo se domani c'e nuoto in un mare di domande e affogo dentro i miei perche ma faccio un salto nella fossa tanto il leone non