They will hear me say
as the pavement whirls
"I hate California girls..."

De snackar finanskris som det var början på nått nytt?
Bror, jag har haft kris sen min första blöja blev bytt

This chapel of ritual
Smells of dead human sacrifices
From the altar bed
On this night of ritual
Invocing our master
To procreate the unholy bastard

lol

when i wake up a second time in his arms

Babylon brinner och dom pekar med sitt finger
mot mig, det är alltid vi som får skulden hur kommer det sig?
vi protesterar, ingen hör så vi skriker ut "nej!"
vi har fått nog herr konstapel, vi varnade dig
så lyssna här konstapel, ta bort ditt fucking vapen
det är inte bara du som har ett, vi kan lösa saken
med tunga apparater, som slungar eld i baken
på blåa grisar och visar vem som styr våra gator
Den svenska staten den skiter i dig och mig
den skiter i varesig vi sjunker ner eller ej
för vi står utanför
ingen ser eller hör
och vi lever och vi känner
det som händer våra vänner
så vi ränner runt
och bränner upp
på gator och på torg
för att bränna bort hatet och få utlopp för vår sorg
Medan Svensson tittar på och inte fattar någonting
för han inte har nå vapen riktat på sig runtomkring

Because all they know is how to put you down
When you're there, they're your friend
And then when you're not around
They say, "Oh, she's changed"
And we know what that means
Well it means they're just jealous
But they'll never do the things
That they wish that they could do so well

it's alright, it's alright, it's alright

I was gonna eat your pussy to, but then I got high

"You lift me up when I am low. You are the sun that makes me grow."

Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance to the radio.

Es ist Nacht... in meiner Welt
Wo ist das Licht ... das mich erhellt
Laute Stille... um mich herum
Macht mir Angst... weiß nicht warum

"have you seen her, have you heard", gissa låten (om ni orkar)

And if you're so very good looking, then why do you sleep alone tonight?
I know; because tonight is just like every other night, that's why you're on your own tonight.

Heavenly Father may I holla at you briefly?
I wanna meet the President, but will he meet me?
He's scared to look inside the eyes of a thug nigga
We tired of being scapegoats for this capitalistic drug dealing
How hypocritical is Liberty?
That blind bitch ain't never did shit for me
My history, full of casket and scars
My own black nation at war, whole family behind bars
And they wonder why we scarred, thirteen looking hard
Sister had a baby as an adolescent, where was God?
Somewhere in the middle of my mind
is a nigga on the tightrope, screaming "let him die"
Can't lie I'm a thug, drowning in my own blood
Lookin for the reason that my momma's strung out on drugs
Down to die, for everything I represent
Meant every word, in my letter to the President

Tupac Shakur - Letter to the President

Cocaine is awesome
It's really really awesome
Stupendously awesome
Outrageously awesome
Fantastically awesome
Religiously awesome
Unbelievable awesome
Truly fucking awesome
Cocaine is awesome