Letra da Música Land Of The Lost de South Park Mexican

He was the son of a dope man what he saw was what learned he left school now it's finnaly his turn to rob and steal but he feels he needs to stop and chill cause deep in his heart he knows that god is real mama still tries to open his eyes cause the way a man lives is the way a man dies His fathers doin 25 to life cause the love of money cuts like the ninth blinding lights he doesn't know which way to go his best friend just got killed two days ago he writes his dad the first letter that he ever wrote a little note about how bad his heart was broke before the mail could even reach his jail cell the boy was murdered at a neighborhood hotel sell'n wholesale just like his pop taught him rock bottom a muthafuckn cop shot him

Chorus:
We always will (we always)
remember you (remember)
we always will (we always)
have love for you (love for)
a taste of life
and now your gone (moaning)
you found a life
in the land of the lost

They met when they was teenagers around the tenth grade she fell in love and now he wants to get paid he convinced her to work at the butt naked and everything she made dancing he would take it she got a fake id and a club license a second life that she had to live in silence at 17 she got the strength to finnally leave him thats when she met the demon it was a cold murder he made sure that he realy hurt her over dumb shit but he had to take it further circumstances that lead to last dances she hit the canvas now she at Saint Frances 6:00 services feel the nervousnes of have'n to look at death perfectless I'm smok'n roaches burn'n the shit out my fingers remembr'n the words of the church choir singers

Chorus

Another mexican gang banger said tripper wig splitter a trigger happy ditch digger itchy finger puts a glass apon a rival vida loca another word for suicidal same color of skin but different color rags browns putt'n browns up in body bags every two or three streets is a different click they got no love for themselves so they live'n sick for centuries they be fill'n penitenturies it's plain to see were our worst enemy the smartest most talented of the raza its all better than doin time for a fuck'n thranza geniouses all die'n meaningless cause they can't find a way to break free from this needles to say the gangsta that I speak of, G love, is lay'n in a grave that he dug

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