your skin is still alive within me I try to forget it now but the scent of your skin is still alive within me I try to I try to forget it now broken
me tell Will risk uncertain pains of hell? I will not forgive you If you will not take the chance The sailor gave at least a try The soldier being much
with it, be crack hit it with the lyrical accuracy and harmony I'ma see who I ain't fuckin' with the Midwest you could try attackin' me and bombin' me I
erased I hear the whispers say I talk a mean game But I walk it like I talk it, plus I got a mean aim Seem strange, cause them thugs keep on creepin up
block And now I'm smiling countin' money like (Ya) Realize it ain't the life for me I done found another hustle 'cuz, I'm so fly I'm living life a lot
light that shines on the corner In the dawn of the chaos, I try not to be A pawn or a player so nights I stay up Write words, for me it's like a prayer
plan I ain't goin' nowhere, I ain't goin' nowwhere, I'm aight, I'm aight (I walk around acting strange) But I know one thing, if anybody touch me, I
Shockwaves blacken the terrain, and man looks strange Open the book, see I'm king, read my name, and see thy wings Believe I changed, I went with the
you think I was, in and out when I wrote this Coming from a race of people that??? hopeless, copeless Things seem like they never change, it??? strange
hood will never leave me, I'm holdin on as if I'm fallin off the edge of a cliff If I live and see 80 I'm reppin the bricks Real shit leanin' like a
brain 'cause I'm a disaster Dalima get ready, get decibel comin' atcha Leave 'em in a predicament 'cause I'm a style master And I'm impressionable now, just so ya know I
callin' it in 1988 Shit I'ma keep on doin' every damn thang I wanna do man I-I-I'm, man shit I'ma serve mine round this muthafucka man I ain't scared
the black man I watch The Million Man March for the black man And through the sun and rain, I love enjoyin' pain I know we be livin' strange but we'll maintain, hey I
alright?" I said I'm cool but ain't this shit supposed to relax us? Fired up a Newport, but I accidentally lit it backwards For some strange reason I
away from them drive-by killers I still got to worry about those snitch ass niggas I keep on searching and I keep on looking But niggas are the same from Watts to Brooklyn I try
out on residuals and visuals and laser shows Reach into the speaker and try to hold on to the quarter notes I always dream about a unified scene I always
the game that I have put myself through And when I walk down the street in the hot summer heat I say, "What the hell can I do?" Well I keep hopin' and
