heart of a liar Land of blood, fields of greed So many choices, broken dreams Anything can happen and always does Can you adapt when the going gets rough? Land of blood
a liar land of blood fields of greed so many choices broken dreams anything can happen and always does can you adapt when the going gets rough land of blood
翻訳: 死の天使. 血液の土地.
in my flesh, WestSide tattered on my chest Walkin with the shadow of death Through the land of the skanless, South Central Los Angeles Home of the Crips and the Bloods
rush that flows in us. Run with my sons of death we all winners. All got fight in our blood, we go-getters. Something out there that we want, we wont
macs, techs, glocks and fours Hide the safe, nigga, lock the doors No respect for the cops and laws In the land where your own blood brother still plot
heard in your eardrums You gotta digest (which king gotta die next? I'm on the street corner taking side bets >from set-trippin, angels of death slip
ve up is like sum angel Abducted dem fat and grad up Yuh a here mi when yuh pass the gate Written at the entrance violate A straight death sentence to
in my flesh, west side tattered on my chest Walkin' with the shadow of death through the land Of the skankless, south central Los Angeles Home of the Crips and the Bloods
momma Made her sit in that seat where white folks ain't want us to eat At the tender age of 6, she was arrested for the sit in And with that in my blood
the world with the blood of man Affliction Forced unto all Human Vexation Transcend with blood on my hands Spirits of the grave remember Rise up O powers from the land
! The angels gather slowly around The sacred city Hell Gabriel screams a vengence of the Land as the angels fell Matyrs prey disaster for the Land of
shot rings out then only the stranger stands Could of sworn Bobby's blood formed the shape of an angel's wings But for what? Afro Angel, born against
a gaze Into the future unknown Conclusions drawn from inner haze As the seeds of time were sewn The fires, the plagues, the "men of blood" Foretold by prophetic eye Scourges upon lands
Children mourn the loss of Pan Whom Death banished from this land I hear the Pan Pipes playing In what the wind is saying Here comes the fallen angel
at the crossroads Homicide, suicide, death, boom, ain't nobody left Ooh, it's startin' to take effect You're on your knees, you're scared to death Tornados
death! Priestress: And who will count the slaughtered lifes? The Burned? The Tortured? The Demised? The Blood of the Innocent? The Decline of the stolen Trinity? The angels
I saw She drank her fill and watched me fall Gently to the floor A league away my death is found By locals who tens this land Who lay me down in shllow
