end Peace, peace of mind Knowing I will never die My name is in the book of life Do you know my strength Do you know our strength Strength in
翻訳: いいえ罪のない犠牲者. 強度.
dinner with the Genovese This is the genesis of a nemesis Mother America's not witnessing The Harlem renaissance birthed black businesses This is the tale of lost innocence
you rape me My innocence strangled by your hand This must be necrophilia, for I am dead inside Your violent misogyny, your strength drowns my cries In
There's no meaning in the things you did And you might still go on denying it If you could live that hour again, would you resist? Or was I just another victim innocently
to gratify, why? Onlooking innocent silence, naked mental violence, forced to kneel in the gutter, displeasure confined to a room, if strength were
no evil, hands clasped tight To shut out the victims' screams of ol' Uncle Sam fights He sweats and he strains as his boney frame comes Into the womb of an innocent
inside of a dumpster Paramedics tryin to speed a nigga pulse up (Yo, he's a cold blue) victim of the vultures Block sizzlin hot, flooded in the middle with cops Innocent
the rest of the snakes, going at it hammer and tongues, I've kicked innocent men into shape when my mouth ran away with the song, I've poked fun at the victims
cancer Beliefs that fight the word White noise Pain triggers the mind This pale solution lied Time, the names will change But still these scars remain More lies, more hate Your strength
I am left here my memories Are haunting my every thought I see her frail womb Stripped of it's innocence The measure of judgment I long to carry out
go Waltzing Matilda with me I'm an innocent victim of a blinded alley And I'm tired of all these soldiers here No one speaks English and everything's broken And my strength
pissin and (feather lyrically) You would step in my kitchen Forbidden the synonym flowin Im sittin and (biddin your gnome?) My adrenaline shittin on innocent victims
Intro Yeah! know yuhself...more life,strength Ahha! Yeah man,music is ah natural thing
Change But Still These Scars Remain More Lies - More Hate Your Strength Controls Your Fate Go Inside - Do You Like What You Find? [Chorus] Rise - Fight Wrong - Right Lost - Sight Stand - Victim
of a dumpster Paramedics tryin to speed a nigga pulse up (Yo, he's a cold blue) victim of the vultures Block sizzlin hot, flooded in the middle with cops Innocent
their existence. To spare themselves from unimaginable torture, it has started tearing limbs from torsos to disable our prey, the blood of the innocent deep within my veins. My strength
