You shed no tears In all the time That I spent with you And all your friends But when the end Draws near You're gone The emotions surfaced Chorus Why
only tell you what it feels like And right now there's a steel knife in my windpipe I can't breathe but I still fight while I can fight As long as the
, tired of the ghetto dramas Tired, tired of the back and forth I'm tired, tired of being in and out the courts I'm tired, tired of all the games and lies
're making me feel I'm not alone You don't have to fight the bad guys Throwing punches out into the black If you have to tell me lies, I don't care Just
In the heat of the fight, I walked away Ignoring words that you were saying, trying to make me stay I said this time I've had enough And you've called
tell you what it feels like And right now there's a steel knife In my windpipe I can't breathe But I still fight While I can fight As long as the wrong
tried to write a love song i wanted it to be just right tried to make it beautiful but all i could think of was our last fight i was going to play it
are mourning The loss of innocence Succumbed to the endless fight There's no more questions, there's no more answers We wanna know how the story ends We all throw
, the sound of the whole world caught on fire The ruthless struggle, the desperate gamble The game that left the whole world in shambles The cheats, the lies
us or you lovin it Ghetto government for those who strugglin *repeat 4x* [hell razah (killah priest)] We form a congress wit our conscience Here to fight
And house nigga rap thugs sell murder to kids Where the media maintains all thought control And fake news propaganda serve to rot the soul We all unified to fight
And rolled out like it didn't even fade me Nigga, slang suga delight enough to get my hustle right It's double like a flip new Benzo with the bubble lights Scuffle fights
Mass hysteria True sounds of maniacal laughter And the deaf-mute's misleading the choir The punch line is a natural disaster And it's sung by the unemployed Fight
your dreams into walls You're a soldier of mercy, and you're cold and you curse "He who cannot be trusted must fall" Loneliness, tenderness, high society, notoriety You fight
no more runnin around your lies Can't you see? You ain't gettin me You call my house after midnight to see if I'm alone, You're lookin for a good fight
cow. Here they come baby, I'm just doing my thang, I'm here to show the world that the country folk got game. Yeah everybody's tired of hearing all those lies
the patience and the strength it takes to let it be To stand amongst the crowd and have the strength to hold your own To throw away the pen and pad
