's be patient" One more cell becomes vacant Have they forgotten what it's all about? Sometimes I wonder, can't work it out An equation with no answer Have they forgotten
becomes vacant Have they forgotten what it's all about Sometimes I wonder, can't work it out An equation with no answer Have they forgotten, what it's all about They
Översättning: The Living End. Har de glömt.
cell becomes vacant Have they forgotten what it's all about Sometimes I wonder, can't work it out An equation with no answer Have they forgotten, what it's all about They
attention As long as I'm on colo smilin', they think they got me But they'd try to crack me if they ever see a black me I thought I chose a field where they
in hand crossing innocence, time Surrounding creation they caught in a trap The youngest offenders will witness confusion They driving so fast not a care in the end
our bones will rest To dust I guess forgotten and absorbed Into the earth below Double cross the vacant and the bored They're not sure just what we have
And you can live through anything if Magic made it They say I talk with so much emphasis Ooh, they so sensitive Don't ever fix your lips like collagen And then say something where you gonna end
wants to be nameless, aimless, People act shameless Tryna live like entertainers, Want a fat crib with the acres, So they spend money that they ain?t
blows your nest and goes The summer clouds, they made us proud The clock extends we live without The ringing slumber, forgotten years The angels sing when the end
shameless, tryna live like entertainers Want a fat crib with the acres So they spend money that they ain't made yet Got a Benz on tick that they ain
Daddy came to the city Told the people that they'd won the war Maybe they'd heard it, maybe not Probably they'd heard it and just forgot 'Cause they
she does it the best Westside riders, do what they want Dogg Pound Gang ain't afraid, to dump We never hesitate to give 'em just what they want When I
pockets fat, not flat, so get back I like my pockets fat, not flat, so get back I like my pockets fat, not flat, so get back My pockets stay fat and they
a lyrical plane It's just two bad brothers who will never quit Mos Def and Tariq from the 2-1-5th They rock beginnin to end, on a spiritual blend And everybody who forgot
what you make it, so called fake-friends, They all snakes in the end, trying to hide they face, Try to blend one mistake, I see them grin, They say we
's a fuckin' doctor, phat pay They got family, the kids and it's all good They even coach Little League in the neighborhood Is this true? Have ya really
The game changed, now you gotta play with death Now I have to ask myself Do you remember your childhood, back when You didn't have to have loot, to have
