Traducció: The Cure. Caminar [en viu].
Sucka, you heard what I said If you don't wanna get dead No, it ain't no cure, ice cold in the low, the gorilla The mo' scrilla the more real-la, I live
to live Children's blood feed the dead sea of flesh Catastrophic fall rest in hell Flaming corpse, screaming eyes, watch it die Walk among the dead,
jacket and my jeans It hurts to walk, it hurts to talk It hurts to think about it, shout about it Could I be sure without a doubt That you could never live
This is for that little child with no father For that man that doesn't have a place to stay And for that little boy living with AIDS Can I tell you a
The cure will not be found By any physicist or scientist 'Cause any cure living every single one of us The worst disease in the world is hate And the cure
Used to go up stairs and we went through the purse I don't cures around juniors Spread live like rumors Niggas loved my tape, but how many were consumers
've been watching, I've been waiting In the shadows for my time I've been searching, I've been living For tomorrow's all my life Lately, I've been walking, walking
you walk away, I'll walk away First tell me which road you will take I don't want to risk our paths crossing some day So you walk that way, I'll walk
If you walk away I walk away First tell me which road you will take I don't want to risk our paths crossing someday So you walk that way I'll walk this
just those with hate for us 'Cause it hurts when you discover one's worse and one's better To suffer or cause others to And you can live by your conscience
life In the myths, of killas tryin to get rich District (??) I don't give a fuck, cuase im'a do me Till them hollow points, rip through me I was born to die, live
We keep a chopper like a blender eatin' boys up for dinner The Guillotine will chop your hands of and throw 'em out the window We're too critical for you well your walkin
Tried stealing Helena's hand basket Made a fast getaway, but McQueen she ain't At the courtroom Joshua judges her ruthlessly On account of Ruth walking
me walking on air) Got me walking on air (got me walking on air) You've got me walking on air (walking, walking) (You got me walking, boy you got me
t afraid to say, I may have been wrong I have to go now I'd rather live by a dream than live by a lie And that's why, there ain't no cure for what I'
