She was so afraid of everything she said Since her mother told her why once upon a time There was no rhyme Before the clock slammed another door Of the weary hours we were facing a second hand Shylock Shylocked in, in on us
I saw what it had taken Playing back that old brigade of mine Everything was dirty, everything was without rhyme Everything was dirty, everything was without rhyme 'Cause me and Nigga marched Yes, me and Nigga blasted our way out of here Blasted our way out of here Just like yesterday
Yesterday's streets were burnt down into shells Mothers weep while children sleep Like ancestors in the ground The misery of nuns lie together like sons Who do not have the taste for the battle
We are shuffled like a pack of cards in the dead of night Like lovers below Bataan, below the senses 'Cause the senses smell of tears While we and Nigga marched Blasted our way out of here Close the door and let's have some private lifeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
