Woorden:
Running Wild Marching To Die

To realize his magic aim Marching to die On their lips the battle cry Marching to die They don't ask the reasons why Marching to die Groundless they

To realize his magic aim Marching to die On their lips the battle cry Marching to die They don't ask the reasons why Marching to die Groundless they

marching, hear them screaming, never See them marching, hear them screaming Never we'll follow their way March on straight to hell With the signs of death in hand March

canal Get fucking up shit like the trench coat mafia Unbelievable how we popping ya Them state street boys will get ya Betta be ducking when you running

the quilting bed The chiggers running wild in the blackberry bush Yellow jackets swarmin' round your head They're coming to get your watermelon Black ants marching

to see them pure human being Blood, sweat, love, hate, life, death, joy, pain Little child running wild striped to the raw veins Rugged junkyard dog off the chain, barefoot balls out marching

Choppa] While you walking I'm running, while you shooting I'm chopping Got me confused with them dudes, but who is you to be knocking Now I be marching

[Sadat X] The time is running out, tick-tock, like the grains of sand Every man sharpens man, like steel sharpens steel The threat of a war is real Where

and now I marched recklessly towards the Titan and saw that a multitude of black birds was circling and clustering about the hood. I began running along