Текст песни God, Please Believe Me - Body Count
I
spend
my
life
between
the
light
blue
lines
of
loose
leaf
I
spend
my
time
between
impressionable
minds
and
true
beef
I
spend
my
days
up,
my
nights
up,
it′s
too
hard
to
sleep
Look
at
my
face,
it's
not
the
one
of
someone
at
peace
I
carry
guns
when
I
don′t
need
to,
but
my
mind's
so
fucked
I
see
assassins
coming
out
of
the
rough
I
keep
my
doors
locked,
windows
shut,
shades
down,
so
pound
Waiting
on
some
Satans
who
may
think
of
invading
When
I
do
sleep
I
dream
about
pain
and
unrest
About
gunfights
and
dum-dums
exploding
my
chest
I
see
my
boys
that've
died
sitting
with
me
again
And
when
I
wake
I
realise
that
I′ve
lost
most
of
my
friends
Will
my
past
come
back
to
get
me?
Will
them
bosses
that
we
shot
come
back
to
wreck
me?
I′m
paranoid,
it
ain't
easy
when
your
lifestyle
was
grimy
and
greasy
I′m
trying
to
make
peace
with
the
karma
and
the
drama
God,
please
believe
me
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