, why, why? too much presure on my job prices are rising way too high something snaps, cracks in my head, in my head I killed my family why, why, why
a question, that I had to mash How, I would act if every day was maybe my last How if every day I worried 'bout my family in this I'd be murdered on these
And I'm part, of an elite fleet, of mc's, and truthspeakers I import, concrete beats, that just speak, when my moods flavor My peers I beg forgiveness, I
'd pull the pint at the local pub? Where'd I get my fags? Who'd empty out my dustbins? Would I still get plastic bags? If there were no hospitals, and
all immigration. Who'd pull the pint at the local pub? Where'd I get my fags? Who'd empty out my dustbins? Would I still get plastic bags? If there were
bleachers And I'm part, of an elite fleet, of MC's, and Truthspeakers I import, concrete beats, that just speak, when my moods flavor My peers I beg forgiveness, I
slavery To speak the truth it takes bravery And no man could stop my flow Because I know what I speak and I speak what I know [Hook: RZA] What, becomes
