oh but keep on walking Hail a dead man's march Straight through the heart Now for a start or you're dead I said, "You're dead" Hail a dead man's march
lose control and takes my soul brings me across this fiery coals. Choirs Dead and gone Do and Die drinking driving suicide, Heading down the last road of your life, Dead
me a future, but not today Dead end youth Is here to stay, society doesn't care about me anyway Dead end youth Got nowhere to go, heading down the wrong road Dead
be my last sip of life. I see at least one hundred miles Of shifting, stirring sand. A forsaken man in this strangers' land. They've left me for...dead
Перевод: Святой солдата. Давно прошедший.
Перевод: Rock 'N' Roll Солдаты. Мертвеца марта.
Перевод: 2pac. Баллада из Мертвого солдата.
my last sip of life. I see at least one hundred miles Of shifting, stirring sand. A forsaken man in this strangers' land. They've left me for... dead
clap-clap, period I snatch cakes off the, back of you wack nigga Shady Records in your mouth, take that nigga Em I never leave, forever got your back And e'ry soldier
(Napoleon Talking) Life... What the fuck is life for niggaz like us? Been waking up to another muthafuckin' day I'm the type of soldier, A nigga that
I'm brazen or paranoid than a bitch, Me dyin', you think I'd let him see the joy from that shit? Walking dead, angels spend their last days by me,
But I'm not strong enough to cry Despite of my disguise I'm left with no shoulder But everyone wants to lean on me. I guess I'm their soldier. Well,
Busta Rhymes I 8Off like the Assassin, now I'm blastin I'm takin over Stick you for your blue Range Rover I told ya, Rampage a real live soldier
a pit Covered with a corpse and the blood and the shit How does it feel to have a gun at your head When you know that you'd be much better off dead Looking
God Priests clutched onto bibles Hollowed out to fit their rifles And the cross was held aloft Bury me in honor When i'm dead and hit the ground
gotta get over, cause bitch I'm a soldier] (Verse 3) Straight Patrone out the bottle to the head now We gettin read now, bitch my nigga dead now And
