imagine all the words we're spitting
being trapped in a jungle
there are no enemies no justice
everytime i show my faces
i wash it you kick it and spoil it with dirt
nevermind i've got two faces and one of it hurts
and when you roam with the storm
which shows you the thruth
and then your life gets confused
you might wash a white shirt without my lust
i wash it you kick it and spoil it with dirt
nevermind i've got two faces and one of it hurts