born to suffer And it renews my mind CHORUS Mysterious ways I can't make out But I can honestly say without a doubt I'm lost and found in You I see
Traducere: Daily Planet. Lost And Found.
And punch a bitch in the nose, till her whole face explodes There's three things I hate, girls, women and bitches I'm that vicious to walk up and drop
withstand my assault Before I go hit your safe and the vault They fled through the night (?)(?) Hitler hit ya, lives is lost Bodies is found dead, no
the true meaning Of a modern day hippie Who creates jewels off mushrooms And bombs sticky HOG STYLIN' Mid West Side And Newday And King Tech and Sway
opera episode And punch a bitch in the nose, till her whole face explodes There's three things I hate, girls, women and bitches Smack bitches that walk up, and
me I had the Cuban posse all up in my room and lobby Negotiating like an Illuminati network Don't catch a body experts and retrospect till the foul connect When I lost
you praise Donald Chief And understand my plan is to prosper till deceased And let my bank account increase until it over flows In pathfinder jeeps, organized and blunt patrol And
and human, Have been unscrupulously exploited. Peoples' pride and dignity is burnt in Napalm And hand-held flame-throwers. The poor and underprivileged
Cops are found dead and to no surprise And get classified wasted no lie They come and invade the wrong life And only the strong survive so they die They
on your breath. I see day is dark and I admit it's dark. So chase ? Beware foolin marks. And yo, Makaveli, give me them bullets that was left for PO's belly. And
out of love, making other plans Lady knows how to go Making eyes in a photograph But we all know you're a lonely girl All sad and lost There she goes
of the projects is dead or locked up Kids getting kidnapped and then found chopped up Human abortion create distortions And that's just a portion, you know that we're lost
Dark and senile from the dark ages are dark like the the crule sea Killarmy, we roll in armoured vans Mobilizing sinister plans Fertilizing cocaine plants
on your breath I see day is dark and I admit it's dark So chase [Incomprehensible] [Incomprehensible] And yo, Makaveli, give me them bullets that was left for Po's belly And
to hold back His dough sack And try to bozack And he go cock The 4 4 back You chose that So cut these ties And I'll rise Let's compromise Or else I'll
resources, both mineral and human, Have been unscrupulously exploited. Peoples' pride and dignity is burnt in Napalm And hand-held flame-throwers. The poor and
