Jimenez Críqueta - Organized Konfusion

There's just too many rages Too many infinite screams at night, we're living in concrete cages Another child is doomed, to be torn in his mother's womb by the s

作词: Monch, Poetry By the grace of god, i give a speech like malcolm Expressin, flexin, flaunt the style that's wicked (uhh!) Inflicted, addicted --now people

作词: Monch, Poetry South side's a town with a lot of hustle and bustle A kid got stuck, for a buck under the trussle Died with pride, he thought he had a big h

I stand here before the forces of evil with a style The poetically God-gifted child Bringin forth the story of a lyrical soldier Blessed to manifest in the eyes

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