my head; green, yellow, black and red. In the back of my throat, the taste of fear. [CHORUS:] And I've got twenty more minutes of pain. I hope
Oh my God They've got angels sweatin' like Helots workin' their little halos to the bone combing them deserts my figure eight knotted lifeline defined
consequences you propably only did a month for minor offences ask a nigga doing life if he had another chance but then again there's always the wicked
