This is the return, a time for change and things have not, this is the return to the roots and movements of our mothers and fathers. It's power to the
doesn't cost a thing Don't try to buy it You can't return it (No, no, no, no) Well Your friends are doing All the same things And my friends say, "Look at
home, leave home I pray to God I won't, loyalty is all I know before I leave home I pray to God I won't, loyalty is all I know [Birdman] Yeah, red ribbon
be when I return No sorrow, it was just my turn And in those, last trumpet sounds, put me down in the ground But I'll probably be at home by now And
at the cost that it's currently costing I dare don't dig any deeper down I don't have the head space. I don't understand all the figures and facts It
Within all of us is the instinct to survive And to win at any cost In the fight to stay alive We fear the foreign cultures That are different from our
fallacy of Epiphany Come forth bear witness see the profit from your loss Beg for forgiveness only after you tally the cost We arrive at this place of no return
be offended 'Cuz the weed costs money, I'm the one who has to spend it And that's just the way it is man Y'all motherfuckers need to learn You just can
seen me since yesterday But, see, I got a date with destiny 'Cause this the summer that our life change Hov asked me, "Is you ready for it?" I looked around at all
homies and everyone is fake How can I make it out the ghetto it won't let me go Seems like every time I do a good deed, good deeds never return to '
probable right math The task at hand is makin' people understand That we're not who we think we are Within this land of lost the cost of souls could
Priest hostile You don't wanna see, desert eag' heat pop you This is Mothman Prophecy, walk back To the sand of Iraq, and let the prophet breath Returned all
that lover standing Staring at the ground, He's looking for the real thing, Lies were all he found. You can get the real thing It will only cost a pound
plenty Fiends get skinny as if Queens was a Craig Jenny Instead of diet plans it's crack 200 grams I pump a G-pack, peeping for where the D's at It'
of stories for my celly Return trips with chips strapped to her belly Meet her at the telly, collect my fee While your counting from the pen, I'll hit y'all up at
hes looking down but she has a way to sustain all It comes in a powder form and its good for healing scars But healing scars comes at the cost of rolling
we at it Vexed at it, y'all went a week with the belt Few chicks felt your style, now you feelin' yourself Meet your maker, I dropped you at eight years
you fuck up my high Fuck up my high All I wanna say, "Fuck this niggas, man" Yo, first of all, after all this is over, we still all go to sleep And
