a beggar on the street, Shoved away by those I meet. Mine could be a dreamless life, I could be a lot I wouldn't like. Chorus: God blesses me everyday
pissing on the porcelain.. I'm from the South, but my parents are New Yorkin' Shouts out to Albany ? I see you Uncle Norman! Keep your family before friends Cause God
Like the time we spent most everyday And the plans we make to runaway You and I had a dream It was us against them back then Now I still recall our first
ghetto streets And everyday they gotta fight to stay alive (To fight) It's just reality (It's just reality) Just some ghetto boys Livin' in these ghetto streets And everyday
service For better days or for worse, if I'm paid I'm hurting in my pocket She still got a nigga back, know that's for sure No matter what may occur in life, everyday
) Silly si-silly me to think that I could leave you (on my side) Silly si-silly me to think that I don't need you Akon: Dear God here's my letter Writing
's fucked But before we got together I even hooked up with one of your cousins Just to feel somehow closer to you Because I knew, like, you guys were best friends And you talked everyday
on a hot wet night, I think it was a Saturday Right after that party that he lead out down the way Gunshots spread - everyday, all day (fuck!) D.T.'s
Believe it if you say it enough that you'll be it You never lived none of your raps, or even seen it I mean it, every word a brother say Everyday
rigor red, no cardiac Get your hand out of my pocket, what with all of that? Tell the sheriff if he can get these fuckin' charges back Eleven months, still gotta thank God
clickin' Never stop thinkin', be aware of your decision And beware of the collisions And the potholes hidden in the road That you travel on your lifelong mission Just listen everyday
all you gave up is nothing Everyday, Everyday, Everyday, baby You twisted my mind Tell me why is it that I'm bugging Now that I got every thing Everyday
Heh, you know Someone loses someone they love everyday And I'm fortunate to still have you in my life 'Cause I know I made some mistakes in the past But
but the kids knocked down i swear its sicker than a new fruit i got called swine standin on twine like a uniform truck like a uniform everydays a work
got a cup of ya time I won't waste it I got my foot on the line I'm not racin' I thank god that I am not basic I thank god that I am not basic I am not
'm bi-lingual Ball by myself, nigga ocho, cinco Dancing With the Stars, bullets and fast cars And everybody bleed out here, word to God Now Blood the fuck up Everyday
On the real, this is like the Neo-Emmitt Till Whistling- Get yo f-cking ass killed Lets keep this shit real! Now who the realest Everybody feel this And everyday
secrets away My God Amazing that we got this far It's like we're chasing all those stars Who's driving shiny big black cars And everyday I see the
