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letra de how - insane clown posse

[verse 1: sh-ggy 2 dope]
i don’t wanna die and burn in h-ll
i wanna live honourable and do well
but how? how do i stay on path
when i see somethin’ f-cked up i wanna laugh?
how do i honour my dead beat father
who walked out on two kids, like why bother?
and left my mother with poverty, f-ck my dad
i wanna slaughter thee
look at this world and all the gods
how can i not look at all the odds
you got allah, buddha, jehovah, jah, give praise
however you was raise
how do i not wonder who’s right or wrong
how do i keep my believin’ strong?
how do i make it to shangri-la
when the worlds so f-cked up? d-mn it’s hard

[hook: young wicked]
how do i live a beautiful life
when all of this darkness has covered my life
how could this be you said was a lie
how will i know if i done good in your eyes?

[verse 2: violent j]
i’m asking “how?” how can i ignore the hotties
how do i not check their slammin’ bodies?
how do i stay faithful and quit the game
when i doubt my wife is doin’ the same?
how in the f-ck can i not have any
drive a bucket and i want a bentley?
live in a trailer and not envy
a man who’s got a mansion sittin’ on land
is this a joke?
how can anybody with nothin’ see the rich and not be salty
and what if some psychopath had my son?
how can i not just grab my gun
how can i not have adrenaline buzz
aim and blow a hole where his eyeball was
i saved my son, he’s alive and well
but i k!lled a man am i goin’ to h-ll?

[hook]

[verse 3: sh-ggy 2 dope]
how can i actually be a saint
how can i live and be somethin’ i ain’t?
how do i not steal, when i’m dyin’ of hunger, and i end up under?
how do i just turn the other cheek
when i’m disrespected, slapped and beat?
what’s wrong with fightin’ back and winnin’
how come if i’m not a punk i’m sinnin’

[verse 4: violent j]
how can i pray true and true
when most of what i pray for don’t come through
and what about science and all the facts
how do i keep my faith in tact?
how do i not lie when the truth is painful
embarr-ssing, harmful or shameful?
how do i not live afraid of h-ll
and be happily content my soul is well?

[hook]

[outro: young wicked]
if i’ve done good in your eyes
if i look good in your eyes
if i look good in your eyes
if i look good in your eyes…

- insane clown posse

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