歌词
Weaker the brain
Harder to gauge
When the
Beast leave the cage
Lost in the rage
When the sage
Outta flame
Stuck in a daze
Wit a perplexed looking gaze
Crazy to see that the world is passin away
Nothin but pennies my brotha
More I could say
Land of the haughty
That scent is stronger today
Its all in the roots of the people
Deep in the sand
Closed hands
Less supply and more demand
Cant win
Different faces same trends
Sinkin in
No love
Just the winds
Yea yea
Headstrong
We on a fringe
We in a world where the ppl want revenge
They stay on a high horse
Stay on a wide course
Make god as a bad source
Eyes of the shrewd one
Disguise from the bad one
Walk till the prize won
Remember the time short
Keep steady and move forward
Look out for that cracked door