Life on the outside Has no cross to bear Life on the outside Has no guilt to share The swords of justice Will strike the blow Is there life of the outside
all over ya chest Come on, we gon' party tonight God use mouth-to-mouth, bring the party to life Don't be scurred, show another part of ya life The more
the lines, outside of the law Underneath the veil In between the lines, outside of the law Underneath the veil In between the lines, outside of the
the house on the beach Supply the peeps with Jeeps, brick apiece, capiche? Everybody gettin' cream no one considered them leech Think about it now, that's damn near one
Attitude on drugs A few dollars in the bucket And scheming steady dreaming For a chance to make some duckets Caused a little ruckus on the sideline From the alley way to Cali, on
being a conformist is that when you try to change the system from within, it's not you who changes the system; it's the system that will eventually change
it ain't no choices 'cause it's cold outside And to my niggas on the block On the grind and hustlin' tryin' to sell some rocks You hear the voices say it's cold outside
Our way of emptiness outside the burning wall Rise again, this quest for our salvation Gunning faster than the savage laughter, the daylight fades away
land And we must resist them on every level. As outsiders we have few right with which to oppose them, But on our own, together, we seek them. They have
your mind intact. And the freedom to feel your heart beat at the speed of life Go to sleep tonight knowing you did it right And rest easy outside of a system
than a political weapon It's not a deterrent It's not a prevention Kill one man Spare another Our justice system is based on color Examine the facts
and tolerance is the only way that activism will evolve from indifference. (This was your life) Conditioning is simple and you keep it that way Ignorance
the tess Spine advertising swine on Channel 2 when in the same breath You tellin' me don't eat from that plate increasin' my blood Outbreaks on my skin don't blend with the way
a nigga plottin' up ta jack me or nab me That's why when I ride on my lap be The strap piece Don't try ta jam one tha one way dawg Look 'cuz you ain'
one chance One kiss One taste of you my black madonna I'd sell My soul My self-esteem a dollar at a time One taste One taste One taste of you my Magdalena
I killed him. I would kill him again! [Martin Harrison] Once was enough. Take her downtown. Come on. [Reporter] Take off! This way, honey. Oh, come on