In my vains and in my face i want to leave but i cant... I put my fears behind again...I hate myself and i cant hear you scream this is my way.....cant
more time again Why are we born when we must die guestions and no answers in my life must we believe, must we believe in god I walk my way to the end of my
until the sun rise I got a pinky ring flow money clip .. The voice box ... get your clip for You saw my neck you saw my chest You saw my ribs and arms
I gotta find my way back, way back To you, baby Tryin' to find my way back, way back To you, baby Gotta find my way back, way back To you, to us, to
turn green Is when you get dissed by a kidnap magazine I give a fuck about these muthafuckas I'm doin' this jam to save my hip-hop brothers Get your
used to play People stare Part of their day Coffee break Lunch at noon Pumpernickel steak Green and orange room Done my list I make my way To help my mother End
Mass Retain Anderson/Squire My eyes convinced, eclipsed with the younger moon attained with love. It changed as almost strained amidst clear manna from above. I crucified my
us Skateboard P in the lime green gators White chinchilla, million dollar neck glitter Yeah, I got security, see that gorilla When you got money, it's hard to hide it Took my hand out my
my blood Acadian driftwood, gypsy tail wind They call my home the land of snow Canadian cold front movin' in What a way to ride, oh, what a way to go
on peasants But in reality, I just entered your galaxy September '73, up in these wild streets Fuckin' these wild freaks, a harem of hoes And my mystique got 'em tearin' my
don't miss you The sky is green And the grass is blue How much can a heart and a troubled mind take Where is that fine line before it all breaks Can one end
If I'm wrong well then tell me why If I'm not look me in my eyes Like the way you always change Get around your ??? then forget my name Don't mis-understand
crackin' like a real true soldier. -Wish Bone- Doin' our thang since back in the day, day, chasin' change we gonna make it either way, way, one way bus
it reality Now it's a nightmare hunting my sanity Thank the Lord up in heaven ain't mad at me It's sad to see I be bustin' my ass I'm down for my grind
m stackin doe international it's untouchable so they besta be jetti cause a nigga don't play when your messin with my fetti I'm ready, to do this my way
And I'm a be this way all my life (yeah) All my life... (From the streets of New York, Where the streets don't sleep... Shyne get 'em) [Shyne:] All my
I write my name in the history books hustlin' in the hall Nah, I don't spin on my head I spin my work into pot so I can spend my bread And I'm gettin
A lil' better, yep Lil Skateboard P Yezzur, hot, yezzur, hot Yezzur, hot, yezzur Ma, the way you huggin' on me it's a problem The fuck you tryna end