The love we got for thugs
makes us one nation of thugs...

Your mind has put a spell on my heart girl
And as you speak the spell has weaken me...

Whites don\'t under stand
y give breaks 2 blacc men...

I miss you k the way you use to sway
When something tasted good I said Ill move to your...

I suffered like a jew
which makes my words the few...

When the moon hides her light
like the irish i gots 2 fight...

I look at the stars
i do not have a car...

On the other level
2 hot 4 the devil...

If we work hard
we will b rewarded...

&In the hurricain of life
there is a lot of strife...

You escaped from my hands like sand ole girl
Even though I fought for you like in war...

It was a rainy night
the night of fright...