Face on the ground, don't fucking move That's why I don't trust, not even a few Your thoughts of power gone to your head If it were up to me, you'd all be dead
Harassing me every chance you get Always out numbered, we're sick of this shit Shooting the helpless, getting paid leave When you're found dead in the alley, only your family will grieveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
