I can't take another minute of being here I'm stuck in a game I can't win And I can't take the fear of living like this When all I want is To be off
Come alive! (verse 1) I've been thinking about the way we used to be, before growing up had meant so much that you walked out on me. I've been trying
Here you stand at life's front door Unlike the ones you've known You've never seen this place before You say that you're ready But do you really even
There's something about the way the light catches your eyes And I don't think I've ever felt so alive But you don't know me But if you did, I swear I
scared to die. Nigga, what? Who the-, who the thugs? Y'all punk muthafuckas ain't got no nuts. I only be dealin' with real niggas. Them other niggas--
end right now? Let me know Do the saved souls travel the road of the souls lost? How come the dead can't talk? Through horrified eyes I can picture the other
I can?t be that other woman I can?t be that other woman You only see me every Friday night at 9 Can?t imagine whatchu told her this time You never take
I'm so relaxed it seems The first nigga sellin' cracks through a fax machine Shit star tek I hold my gun in the raids And I can make planes crash through a two way page
Lookin', for a style like mine you can't find it They are the audience I am the lyricist Sometimes the suckas on the side gotta hear this Page, a rage
[spoken Tech N9ne] Ya, You might not like some of the things I do, or the things I say, but guarantee you gonna love me tomorrow. For sho. She love she
gave my boy some fuckin' dap I looked to my right and lil' hurt was about to strap I rocked upon the mic I made the whole crowd clap Tec-9 was in the
535 never sober always high Young pimp posted up in the high ride Ride with them gangstas some say the Wiseguys Wear fancy clothes but we keep them black 9
Cause where me and eiht about to go I know there's chickens for days You best to bring your ben franklins But never will we pay to play It's more the other
While a nigga ridin' off in a 'Stang Man, I need some ends but to get the ends, I gotta sin [Incomprehensible]let me page a nigga, lie about what others
Lifestyle expensive, attract women You wanna search my pockets, and act all wild Say I hurt your heart - ask how could I smile? Wanna call back all my numbers, star 6-9
ask these editors at MTV Far as they know they?re publishing some new school poetry Let it be ?cause even that will do to turn the key Doorways into other
evanescence of saying im just trying to make my alphabets as heavy as I can how do I live, when im as deadly as I am I give props and every other extra
