Teksty:
Broken Bones It S Like

It's like your paradise, but it's not what it seems Ideals are not reality, they're nothing more than dreams It's like your idols that offer you freedom

'ma be by like 2003 That Nigga D took it there He thought it was a joke He went through like 20 G's and thought that I was broke, stupid That's what you

fight) It's just reality (It's just reality) Just some ghetto boys Livin' in these ghetto streets And everyday they gotta fight to stay alive (To stay alive) It's

way out That's what this is all about This is not another trilogy It's just another story, baby Hit him with it now, come on now hit him with it now

it down, fill it up, roll it up and light it And you know it?s the bomb, soon as it get ignited Pimpin I can?t even fight it, its callin me to smoke

the pines Tempting me with secrets To play a game with time ?Now I feel you in the walls And I know you're in the air And it's just like I can touch

town rips the bones from your back It's a death trap, it's a suicide rap We gotta get out while we're young `Cause tramps like us, baby we were born

a kick drum sound Like an S.O.S. Get a tow-truck Cause it's after dark And the dance floor's full But everybody's double-parked! Cell phone's dead Lost

m gonna get close to you You wouldn't want me have to hurt you too Hurt you too I know you want what's on my mind I know you like what's on my mind I know it