answer?s down within your soul I see thru all the broken lines I see the truth, it lies inside Got to get away from this (this despair is killing me) I?m holdin? on?? til the answer
track, Diddy keep it gangsta Who's Benzino? Who the fuck's Benzino? Matta-fact, get'cha facts straight (Say whaaat?!) When in the city, crime scene, no answer
to lunch time And I ain't joking so don't be looking for a punchline Will I be the next victim of a gun crime I don't know the answer that why I brung
all know what I'm singin' 'bout (Talkin' 'bout ghetto life) Ghetto life (Talkin' 'bout ghetto life) (In the ghetto) Sure we be takin' them chances while we search for the answers
jagged edge That'll stab you in the head whether you're a fag or lez Or the homosex, hermaph or a trans-a-vest Pants or dress, hate fags? The answer'
why we follow the law of the bluest eye He looked at me, he thought about it Was like, "I'm clueless, why?" The question was rhetorical, the answer is
in all I do Sometimes it's so hard to believe it But God, I know you have your reasons They said, "He's busy hold the line, please" Call me crazy, I thought
. This is the Martini... [Verse 1:] This is Sam. He was so in love with her, but she was young, So that put her off in a jam, Though, she was sweet as
of tha day But since we learned to creep is like we yearn for sleep And my girls in my face when I don't return tha beep It's like a sin or a crime you
I can see the ship's full of holes Even though With a heave and a ho We'll raise the sails Rent a penthouse but sleep on a bench Crescent wrench Take
that'll stab you in da head whether youre a fag or les or the homosex, hermpah, or a trans-a-vest, pants or dress: hate fags: the answers yes homophobic
You walk in with another headache I can tell by the lines in your face You seem to think if you just remove the problem The answers are what will come
have pity us on lost here in the dessert in the sand. God of abraham, answer this one if you can: These children that you love, what are they guilty of? What crime
find a new way No answers from your faith when I called my name You try to change it all nothing to change Everyonea??s got a thought Opinions pushed
ambition. Forgetting what it was we were born to be; it's a competition. We hold infinity like a jewel in our hands. Consider everything. A thought to
they say? Will they say the victims were thought of as criminals While the guilty sat on high deciding their fate Ticking off statistics in their spare time Tell me, which is the crime
Music: White, Keyser Lyrics: White Human influence shapes human thought Few question, few answer, praising innovation Society seeking conformity Society
breaths I take, I feel that I commit crimes Because it should have been me dead And if I ask of you? Tell me if you think its true The answer might