niggas chest like bunch a phlegm Like a fuckin? ram, I?ma hunt for the lamb I?m a dump ?em man, in a dumpster can You ain?t a soldier, ask Uncle Sam,
eighty on the freeway, police catch me if you can Forgive me i'm a rider, still I'm just a simple man All I want is money, fuck the fame I'm a simple man
Well, today has been A sad and lonesome day Yeah, today has been A sad and lonesome day I'm just sitting here thinking With my mind a million miles away
Well the neighborhood bully, he's just one man His enemies say he's on their land They got him outnumbered about a million to one He got no place to escape
life Sunshine, we all see the same sky I am a man filled with longing desire The gifts of creation are ready for hire A look and a label is all I require
t set me free And maybe there's a million people Who could feel the way that I do But it doesn't meatter to me now I still got a thing for you How could
profited from the game That you and your niggas play Radical man, save a life Come on, take a stand, give that money back Let's make a plan, the brand
People in the 'hood for real you ought to see them I know I must do what I can It's the same place that took me from a boy to a man Give it all back,
with a petrol can "Five pound please", I say to the man All set up an' ready to burn The wheel on my lighter just won't turn Suicide is a suicyclebbl Suicide is a
million miles ya haffe tek a first step Every million miles ya haffe tek a first step Every million miles ya haffe tek a first step Every million miles
' food to the people like a widow Bringin' flowers to a grave in the middle Of the city isolation is a riddle To be surrounded by a million other people
, Pay me ahalf a million, I'll consult your album, And show you how to stay off my dick, Thats the thing I hate the most, cant even call you a man, When
York Caught a raw deal, horror Amityville Hand me steel, breathe in ya' man to get killed Put a knife to the love of ya life Put a slug in ya wife Blood
talent of the Six Million Dollar Man 'Yana pace, come on, banana squeeze Aim at these Caravans, heard he had his man And that ugly Keish' comin' from a galaxy of hood Hard real people
heads dwell Though I owe to it my success With survival of the fittest, everyday is a chal' I would think I'm a part of U.S.A. and be proud Confronted
. I don't look at a few token Latinos and black people in the public eye as some type of achievement for my people as a whole. Most of those successful
a live but I don't kow why, my thoughts plague me Paranoia, fear and guilt, I hope I don't explode I'm a bomb that I can't diffuse, a gun I can't unload
, I hope I don't explode I'm a bomb that ya can't diffuse, a gun that ya can't unload.. I don't listen, I don't know, man: I don't care! You're talking
