Why is life so hard When you're around But I won't let a simple mind Keep me down When you look to me I have no sympathy for you You should go somewhere
Translation: Lucky 7. Miss Fortune.
Another time You'll be the one Testing me and manipulating me Another time You've gone too far Now it's too hard to Break this grip on me But not this
Well it's been real And it's been fun You've been real kind I recall But we wonder Why you took the fall You stupid fuck So no more words And no more
In all my life my dad never cared. Never had a thing to share I swear. When I was five he was gone over seas. He left behind my mom and me. That's right
Why is it Every time I meet a girl She's in love With someone else And why is it That my life is in a whirl When she is out With someone else Why is
Jumped in a gang at age 15 And shot while playing with his brother Who's going to tell his mother Little Jean never reached 18 A bottle of pills found
I live in a world That means nothing to me All the things I have and all the people I've seen Once I had a voice Could make a choice But now I'm the
Driving in my car Got a message on my phone You say you don't love me anymore So I call your house that night Frightened so fight Afraid to be alone
I notice you're leaving Tomorrow believing And I know you'll discover A lot of things without each other I can't go I'm going to stay And live my life
17 and we were Strung out on nothing yet When we were young Sitting around and getting high In back of my 55 When we were young If I could only be with
I remember when we first parted You left me broken hearted And I always took the blame You told me that I didn't understand That life meant more Than
As I look back I know I lost track of my life My hope and dreams depress me And her eyes won't let me forget As I smoke my last cigarette I wonder how
When I try to make amends For the harmless things I've done to all my so called friends I change my mind and I don't feel ashamed For all I know I'm
nigga, a million or more Let's throw the trunk with roar, uncut, let's go on world tour In Maine, we was cookin up cocaine Cash was coming fast, missed
