Woorden:
Hell Within Bleeding Me Black

She sang, she sang to me softly The copper taste of roses bless my hands I'm not healing I'm just living with your ghost Desecrating My life, my will

callin' me bluff, I stuffed him with the quickness See, made out with a smooth thirty G's So all bodies must bleed, I need no witness So with-a-me slug

blow your face out the ride (Chorus x2) Styles P: If you forgot my name or my style i'm the ghost with the hornet flow and corner style with a piece of shit car With

Soul. Your Power and Pride, so Beautiful... May God bless your Soul. Oooh. (Assata) Freedom! You askin me about freedom. Askin me about freedom? I'll be honest with

with a social disease and get it first Enemies feel my energies four centuries of anger Remember me? (The field nigga) Too ghetto fabulous rza, sharp, and hazardous Figure with

Okay If you shed blood with me to this point, you deserve an explanation For all the hell that you've endured, while helping me reach my destination And

cared So when I sat behind the drum set Your heartbeat?s what I tried to play With kick and snares so careless, not in time So you got ahead of me And

inmates with no visitors *** in the streets outside to reach up for ministers Not those that say they spiritual but actual practitioners Rap listeners, we open the black businesses This underground *** with

every state infested with cobras, mocassins and rattle snakes We hate, battle jakes, escape the thirst before the love of freedom We travel many beaches and leeches Black