Besedila:
Warrior Soul Ghetto Nation

with the thugs And you`re makin` it on the deal But your regular man got hit with a gram And the son of a bitch started to squeal Salutations from the ghetto nation

I`m a hyper-sonic day dreamer Kicked out of the world My come down was amazing Like your burnt out culture Regress sonic sun man Kick start it and reload

with the thugs And you`re makin` it on the deal But your regular man got hit with a gram And the son of a bitch started to squeal Salutations from the ghetto nation

Far out scenery, the year 2000 You like destruction, well let`s get started The country`s broke, the kids retarded Crime stained lovers, in cities rotted

I come bangin` through the bedroom door I been runnin` with a two-bit whore Behavior is bad but I`m out of sight Suckin` on a bottle and I`m ready to

is for As november`s sun grows dimmer On the golden distant shore Sorry, I have to go away The path for me just keeps moving on Foundations hard and great Caress the soul

womb and cry (The truest thought you find) heavy girl you`re all alone Now is now your father`s call The bloodless slaughter lingers on `Til reality hits your soul

[Verse 1] Night Blows, Stoves don't work, Hoes at work A warrior, so I wear 'em on my shirt Wish I was free as Che was,I spend a day buzzed Trippin on

I couldn't gang bang With crips and bloods But i could stand on the corner With killas and drugs They hearing Outlaws that reaching for souls We ghetto