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I'm the one on whom this life can't make too much impact Resurrection City with the August heat and I'm laid out on my back Some crouching low in abandoned rows and some got to run a machine And there are some that will die when they realize that the force is the Nazarene [He's waitin' on a star, waitin' on a phone call Said it's time for the phone to ring Doubtin' the star, time's just slippin' away] Pulled in on empty, exit 22 The gas station was blocked off with burned out cars and I didn't know what to do The gas station was on the tribal lands, operating tax exempt Now the owners refused to give the Cheif his due so the tribe got a little upset So anyways, about a quarter mile, I notice an Exxon sign I filled my tank, told the cashier "thanks," and I moved on down the line. [Telephone rang, made his day Don't worry if I'm not here, just hold out tonight And let time do it's thang] Shockwave Rider I recieved a message, I knew it was from Fuk Ching The waxen seal clearly had been stamped by his gold medallion ring I could not read the letter through the tears that filled my eyes And then I knew if I tried to run, I never never could survive. Letras de canciones [I thought Lethal Weapon was safe Yeah!] Have you heard about the Miami Boys, a buncha kids I used to see When I lived up on Belmont Street tryin' to get high for free The Miami Boys were just 8 years old back in '91 I remember one dope-sick afternoon when me and Matt sold them a gun They asked "Does it got any bodies on it?", and I said "What the fuck is that?" Man I still don't remember how much money we got, but I know we spent it fast From Letras Mania