Naite waratte mata tsuyoku naru Kowase ! Free again ! Mayotte ! Try again ! Kokoro kizutsuki nagara ikiteku We can be free again ! Itsuka wa Fly away ! Kitto kaete ikeru sa Future
World Grab your crucifix And fall to your knees And beg God please Have mercy on me (Mercy! ) When you turn on the TV What do you get? Sex, lies, scandal
rest, pain consumed each breath Shot twice wit her hands up Police questioned but shot before she answered One Panther lost his life, the other ran for his Scandalous
turned their backs and I began to run Looked back for a flash and I began to shout I've got to find a passage out of here I'm not too certain that the future
baby brother Is his father's and his mother's only son Everyday the neighbors say that it's a dirty shame The way we spat upon his family and scandalized
real sticky Rap has put it back on track With hard core conscious rap But magazine fiends aim for the gut What should I do? keep my mouth shut? Hell no! the editor scandal
melodies. Reminiscing memories, On my way to visit you in therapy, Hoping God make it clear to me. On what the plan is, This dirty game is hella scandalous
Battles of unseen forces that dwell among The earth Mystic seer of wisdom in solitary trance Through divination foresees our future In ancient tongue
Still building my fortress I bet the outcome is gorgeous Roses, daisys, orchards, tryna shape this crazy office Sex scandals in my office Privileges like
the dead battery? You wanna run me down? Another stitch up, another suture Johnny was right when he said no future Put it straight so the dogs relate
it right Love makes it right, love makes it right Love makes it right If you really need him And you're afraid to let it show If you feel there'll be a scandal
belong there but also some belong on probation Drama is not being able to change one thing Cause the system you live in says you ain't shit Drama is corporate scandal
Grab your crucifix And fall to your knees And beg, "God, please Have mercy on me, mercy" When you turn on the TV What do you get? Sex, lies, scandal
I work my acoustics, ain't no comparin' Very rough and aggressive when I lay 'em Huffin' and puffin' right when I see 'em Ya breakin' it down so scandalous
is quite deafening, confounded regiments getting hounded out, never better the fallout of the sidesplitter, rise of the switch-hitter, watch as he grows bitter, foreseeable futures
, with homage to Vietnam The seventies was Watergate, three-mile island the tragic fate The eighties We build our A.R.M.S., public scandals in Iran The
is 20/20, let's toast to the past But here's to the future time to split this money money Hindsight is 20/20, a toast to the past But here's to the future
