are the thing Life has no meaning and money is king Then he looked at me slowely and Hen had to grin He said Man you out early we thought you got ten
rap a lot My phone tapped, the feds on my tail Got me paying luxury taxes on everythin' I build True to the ghetto that?s my life You see that house
and life Is really just the half When you recognize That music is math Like a true song Is really just a product On the answer sheet Life's craft is
are baffled in their journey Through the music business Each sonnet is more ridiculous than the last Their strides towards musical success Are little
space You musta thought you was canibus trying to eat my ass How does the hole taste timmy? You don't even deserve this moment--do you? You haven't
abdomen to justify my love With entrails exposed, I'll find you a cut above I want to hold your hand when my fingers are degloved Express yourself
door mats. I'm looking good right now, I gotta wear more hats. new is my beginning and used is my life, few are my winnings, abused is my wife.
all up on it, 'cause you know that I want it God, gave you beauty and you love to flaunt it Life is a song, you were born to perform it Let's drink
-O And you don't want that David 'cause you love your life Get my Vibe, when it's war he pull out butter knifes Muthafucka I'ma show you who the gangsta All you
And you don't want that David 'cause you love your life Get my Vibe, when it's war he pull out butter knifes Muthafucker I'ma show you who the gangsta All you
you remember all the times you got fired Sometimes you wanna dress down, walk out with no jewelry (But!) But you can't, you under real heavy scrutiny You
must run-- I'm performing in Rottwig, and don't ask "where is it," Please... How are you feeling today? And are you corrupting the child? Don't.
got a kiss that conquers? Why should I care? Life is one long jubilee, So long as I care for you And You care for me! [PUBLISHED (SHEET MUSIC) VERSE
Music, ASCAP - 1988] ------ Rain is wet, and sugar is sweet Clap your hands, and stomp your feet Everybody, everybody knows When love calls, you gotta
bit every day. And all I could say is if I could I would write you some way out of this, but my gift is useless. And you said no. Write me a poem to
