Tekster:
Guns For Glory Other

Is wearing thin, and the angel has begun, to fold her wings, cause she's heading for the sun, the chains around my heart they are of memories before

'll survive it, but they won't be alive to tell that Thug story livin' in the city is really no nuts, no glory No nuts, no glory Thug stories, you wanna

dilemma when the people support the death penalty but call abortion murder for sport For the fake patri-OT, ain't no questions asked 'Specially, when the babies kill each other for

there, pa I don't gotta write bars, you niggaz see my scars? An' you know my story I'm more for the war, I'm 'bout guts an' glory Them other dudes front for

way half a million disappeared Children play, women produce Kids killing kids, just for the juice Now Africa is lookin' for the truth But do you think the other

, friends As you call ?em they call you when they need somethin? Trees for the blunt, two G's for the front I found a way to get peace of mind for years

and sought this out We about it - the message - You never re-route or doubt it People might even shout it louder to gain power For many frustrated for

in attempt fleeting Emcees Siphon, my likeness Biting my insights like five enchiladas This plain of existence is amazingly different From my orbital oratory always going for the glory

, go for yours 'cause you gotta In the ghetto you don't get a medal if you settle for the drama She's a gangster and the other terminal cancer Ask too