Silence is the key, sound of my breath Silence is the key I'm looking to become the absentee Silence is the key Silence is the key Silence is the
Vertimas: Padidėjęs Fist. Tyla yra raktas.
Silence is the key, sound of my breath Silence is the key I'm looking to become the absentee Silence is the key Silence is the key Silence is the key
sharpened reception No acceptance applicants, never extradited wackness Practice malice inbalance, don't silence my code of challenge [Verse Four: Q-Unique] The Lord is
trauma more than a bullshit drama Coma, Brand Nubian suited and armored Raise the flag, the color's green, black and red You make a fist and put it over
in silence he screams. Then packed his bags, With a locked stare he heads for the door. I know she'll get what she deserves! Another clenched fist that's raised