Born in 1975, brought up in a small neighborhood On the outskirts of San Diego, California Spent my time hangin' out on the street corner with the homeboys
Brother finds trouble on the street A piece of rock to make men weak Trembling eyes at everyone he meets Sister holds her baby in the bed Dreams and
NICKELS QUARTERS AND DIMES (Bill Anderson - Jimmy Gateley) « © '66 Moss Rose Publications » RECORDED BY JIMMY GATELEY I just took my
Here's a photo I've been looking for It's a picture of the boy next door And I loved him more than words can say Never knew it 'til he moved away Faded
I saw you with somebody, that you don't love You like to show her off, you like to think highly of The easy mistake that you made, she's a friend of
I saw you with somebody That you don't love You like to show her off You like to think highly of The easy mistake that you made She's a friend of a friend
Staring at this tool for an age of ugliness Workplace is corrupt, nothing's gonna change The road looks better as every minute passes by Should be screamin
In my neighborhood I never sweat when I'm In my neighborhood I feel much better when I'm In my neighborhood I never sweat when I'm In my neighborhood
This is a Jack-attack Coming down like an avalanche If you ain`t standing on my side You`re standing on my way As you`re standing on my way You better
Pico-union (x2) Ain't no love (x4) We're missing in action living in a time when it's in fashion To be gun flashing, blasting that's why we ain't lasting
Down where your paint is cracking look down your backstairs buddy Somebodies living there and he don't really feel the weather And he don't share your
Funky beats, Barrow Street Walking with your dog I see you, You see me Then we stop & talk Later on, some cafe Thinking what you said Children laugh
There are thugs and murders here They want kill and raping you Houses are not very good Only badly ruins Badly houses! Destroyed houses! Cruely gangs
I heard the neighborhood was bleeding Pressed shirts and raincoats for the cause 5,000 terminated papers Can you read them if you're sleepin'? 'Cause
[Music: P. Nilsson] [Lyrics: H. Ohlsson] I transcend my earthly form Through some questions never asked before Question the need to be a machine That
...Azad ist Azzlack.. ..A Papa Haft ist Azllack... ... A A Jeyz ist Azzlack.. Haftbefehl: Was Pic, bas git, Haft fickt das Buis, ich mach den Shit fur
