Teksty:
Southern Storm Slavery

lye ahead was ninety days To endure the harsh elements and insanity Nothing but hard bread and stale water A diet of ocean slavery When the storm came

foreverance,bar-bar-ian heretence,forever sick inject a microchip into my dick see these riminals in war on trout,pleading the fifth an a mental slavery

me kick my credentials A young player, bred in South Central L.A., home of the bodybag You wanna die, wear the wrong color rag I used to walk in stores

me kick my credentials A young player, bred in South Central L.A., home of the bodybag You wanna die, wear the wrong color rag I used to walk in stores