Lletres:
The Scarred Tales Of The Last Line

breath one final time The hooker stab in the streetlight Another dark night in anaheim You shoot it up and hit a line I'm sure glad i lost my line The

you do it, we stay moving Through the jungle, ghetto surviving, spittin' lines off the How you do it, we stay moving Through the jungle, ghetto surviving, spittin' lines

or ten, Generations of men, We've passed the point of no return Fifty-three days in fifty-three Fifty-three steps for you to acknowledge your defeat The last in line