ترانه:
Bastet

Now This is what I?m calling half a miracle, ause morals nowadays grew so disposable. I care ?bout you in a way I didn?t think possible, since I took

Your life looks like it went south Silver spoon flew right out of your mouth Your dad bailed when your mother went to jail Your friends all them took

Makin? out a list I?m an optimist You think you?ll finally get kissed Puttin? on my best clothes Gettin her a red rose Watch out so you don?t get pricked

: The faltering flame, it wanes before my eyes As darkness finally conquers Lady Bastet's holy shrine A grey day overhead, as her death is mourned

Ayo, Ice, man I'm working on this term paper for college What's the First Amendment? Freedom of Speech, that's some motherfucking bullshit You say the

E V I L E and Ice T are on a jack move Layin' down the dope groove, smokin' those who disapprove Wreckin' the deck, you'll regret if you cross punk Rollin

Today in Los Angeles another youth loses his life Gunshot wound to the head Street violence is at an all-time high No jokin', I'm sleepin' with my eyes

I'm holdin' on To your pictures on my telephone And I know that I should let you go But it's hard to break away I ask around and I wonder what you're

I'm sick of chasing after things I'd rather them chase after me Keeping up is bound to wear me down There's a million ways to skin a cat I put my choices