Tekster:
Fight Laid To Rest

Laid to rest Laid to rest You left me waiting in your darkness Full of fear and full of pain I shall never be the same Laid to rest Laid to rest

me on I tried my best to sound just like him When he movesa?¦he moves like lightning Across the world the news was flashed The country's young leader was laid to rest

and popluting, ya atmosphere wit crates and waste, waitin' through the fuckin' state tryin' come up in this world, 'cause it's money to make laid to rest

up there ain't even cool Plus my partners at the house sell coke all day Hit the mall like players, spendin fat-ass bank Junior high wasn't shit but a place to fight

the ghetto) Yeah, that's what got me here The chucks, the khaki suits, all the swap meet years The six dollar socks, the five dollar *** Uncle Greg rest

Well, you are born in Mississippi And now you're laid to rest out there You were born in Mississippi And now you're laid to rest out there But I'm gonna fight

Point range in a court they hang In a court for slang 25 years of my life never seen a light Was it worth that? Is you sure black? Did you look him in his eyes when you laid

till the 4th of July Now people cry and people moan Look for a dry place to call their home Try find some place to rest their bones Before the angels and the devils fight

want it) cause this is home, in the heartland Last time in check, the sunrise tried to warm the crest, of every heart that laid to rest, and concedes