knew I'd made horrible call And now the state line felt like the Berlin Wall And there was no doubt about which side I was on Cause I built you a home
Death Row, finally found a home Plus all my homies wanna die, call it euthanasia Dear Lord, look how sick this ghetto made us, sincerely yours I'm a thug
lonely Can't you stay away? Just leave me alone with my thoughts Just a runaway, just a runaway I'm saving myself II. Passing Strangers Strung out below a
turn Better luck next time Get yours Until then respect mine [Slug:] I'm a product of too many Minnesota winters Go figure They call me a go getter Had a
made horrible call, And now the state line felt like the Berlin wall, And there was no doubt about which side I was on. Cause I built you a home in