It feels so good to be back on my feet I never really fell, my knees just felt so weak And accidents you soon will find Are better left in their own
realized that this man, this man No one every made me feel like someone 'Til him Life was really nothing but a glum one 'Til him My existence bordered on
Fabolous verse 1) It was all good just, a week ago shoe box full no sneakers though, Just moved in it's been a week or so, Brand new coupe so that she
of the mornin' when the world is calm and still When I can see you, touch you, feel you, hear your heart beating true Even though you're gone, my love lives on
real (Yes He's real) I can feel in my hand I can feel it in my soul (This I know) ('Cuz I can feel it in my soul) I can feel ohh (This I know) ('Cuz
'm a living witness to this, y'all 'Cuz without God my life would be nothin' So if you believe in what I'm sayin' I want you all to come on and repeat
my purpose to toil harder Tryin' to make good off my honor 'Til a hater really make me a martyr Kiss my, gonna miss my daughters Hope I taught my seeds proper I love my
Empire God's on our side and so is Washington Come out on the hills with the little boy soldiers Come up on the hills with the little boy soldiers Come out on
on K L C nigga, come on, holla I done tightened up on my G dog Wacko outcher flippin' these hoes like see saws Ya man trippin' girl, look we can creep on
the side bitches, hey my goodness How ironic, on trial for possession of some chronic My lawyer came to court, man he was higher than the comet Hey your honor
regardless, Pun my man, rich or not I know he in heaven, yo he chillin with my pops Tell my pops how I'm doin, I ain't sellin drugs Tell my pops that
they losin' their life Muhfuckaz as me how I sleep at night Pretty good witta slur an my heat held tight Pray to god while I'm gone, is what underneath feels like Finish my work on
my brother died Cause to tell you the truth, I feel like I'm the curse in the game My vision is blurred, dreams is shattered, my heart is broke Pain
guess, I died when my brother died 'Cause to tell you the truth, I feel like I'm the curse in the game My vision is blurred, dreams is shattered, my
honor in my life is my rag Without it, zip me up in a body bag Grab my brother's unloaded forty-four Take the money-back bottles and head for the store My
diggin' it* i guess i got more than my balls and my word i got broads in a herd, chasin' this and all on my nerve they the illness, they feel this* realness
more than compelled and honored to expel This hell that's inside of my shell for fuckas who want it Violence, yeah, that bullshit right up my alley Chasing
