cry While cities lie at their feet When you're rockin' the street Home sweet home Mama, take me home sweet home I was the last child I'm just
babies cry While cities lie at their feet When you're rockin' the street Home sweet home Mama, take me home sweet home I was the last child I'
Vertaling: Trein. Laatste kind.
they got me on the run I feel like a outlaw, broke my last glass jaw Hear them say: ?You want some more?" livin' on a seesaw [4th Chorus] A child
[killah priest] The prophecies of a poor man end on a train Take his last breath Slumps over drops his last bit of change A mother pacing by her window
fight separate wars I pray I'm never forced to be a predator Suspecting we won't last They're glad to hate but gladiators breed their last Scream or
of place, they get slapped in they face All y'all niggaz is fake, tryin' to emulate my style What grown man? In this game, to me you're a child I trained
my name it's tension in they brains An extension of the game and, I stake this claim And break these chains and this one's for the last train I'm
fortune teller, Ezmerella Zella Anyway they had sex on a Ouija board And I was born the next day, Violent J When I was 14, I tripped on the train track
Dope}] (Fucking you up wont let you pass, fucking you up, shot you in the ass) {Jumped out the alleyway with a muthaphucking battle axe} {12 dead bodies on the muthaphucking train
Fucking you up won't let you pass Fucking you up, shot you in the ass Jumped out the alleyway with a muthaphucking battle axe 12 dead bodies on the muthaphucking train
when he got a seed? Turn a whole hundred and eighty degrees The nigga that you never saw smile before It's like the warrior at peace with the child at
Mysonne (DMX) Mysonne, Mysonne The Problem Child, DMX, Ruff Ryders (Wanna flow, wanna problem) {Problem children, y'all niggaz got problems (Wanna flow
