from my hands Lay them in this bed you made before you shut the door. Don't say you never left me When your eyes are fighting with your heart For the truth
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troubles from my hands Lay them in this bed you made before you shut the door. Don't say you never left me When your eyes are fighting with your heart For the truth
it's still in me We all move in search of stability Sweet dreams, mama it's reality Times I stand out like a balcony In a material world full of fallacies
Ha hahaha! ("Bring it back that old New York rap Bring it bring it back that old New York rap") repeats in background The only reality Is now...
his worth was nil Until he gained the skill of tongues From 15 years young straight to my gray back self I stay top shelf material Jerk chicken, jerk
If he wanted anything, Lust was there for him Sex, Money, Power, Love would let him care for them Hatred was the strongest, he protected them From a Truth
Ha, hahaha! ("Bring it back, that old New York rap Bring it bring it back, that old New York rap") -- repeats in background The only reality Is now...
like thugs Braggadocious, you love money, teach the truth Don't preach to the youth about the wrong jewels Keep your fantasy, give me reality any day
[CHORUS x4] "It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder Why I live so wild" "Here's what they think about cha" Proceed with caution, take heed
war no faking and flinching Looking at a G, cause a G be looking like A million dollas, worth of straight pimping Not telling a lie but I'ma tell the truth
Ha, hahaha! ("Bring it back, that old New York rap Bring it bring it back, that old New York rap") -- repeats in background The only reality Is now
