Lletres:
Park

God bless us everyone We're a broken people living under loaded gun And it can't be out fought, it can't be outdone It can't outmatched, it can't be outrun

We're back, move 50 cent Amusement park,F 50,[Incomprehensible], G Unit Shorty you ain't gotta take ya panties off Just pull 'em to the side If you wanna

you, you're in London And you, you're still in love Fuck this, I'ma go out walking Rent a bike and make a few laps In Central Park in the dark Love

I'm stuck in this bed you made Alone with a sinking feeling I saw through the words you said To the secrets you've been keeping It's written upon your

You say you're not going to fight Because no one will fight for you And you think there's not enough love And no one to give it to And you're sure you

God save us everyone Will we burn inside the fires of a thousand suns? For the sins of our hand Sins of our tongue Sins of our father Sins of our young

I am not a pattern that we follow The pill that I'm on is a tough one to swallow I'm not a criminal not a role model Not a born leader I'm a tough

I used the deadwood to make the fire rise The blood of innocence burning in the skies I filled my cup with the rising of the sea And poured it out in

I remembered black skies, the lightning all around me I remembered each flash as time began to blur Like a startling sign that fate had finally found