can't keep regretting the day We wished on a star that's just too far away There is nowhere to turn my cry for help And I still gotta live with myself
Translation: Natural. Still Gotta Live With Myself.
right I fight with myself in the ring of doubt and fear The rain ain't gone but I can still see clear As a child, given religion with no answer to why
I'm that Paper Crusader playin' Sega in the wide body Blazer [Coolio] I shot dice with a preacher and drank yak with a pastor, So I see myself and I
Mr. Manifest [?uestion/Ahmir Thompson] Ms. Thompson, a.k.a. [SNM/Terresa Thompson] Shorty... pussy (Oooooh!) [?uestion/Ahmir Thompson] Mr. Cee, a.k.a. [Myself ? ? ?] Myself, me Myself
Comin' straight from the man with the wicked mind all the time Comin' out with sick and twisted rhymes but at the same time I got the hyna's meltin' with
do but to sit back patiently To make sure you continue hating me [Chorus x2] Lil' Rob, forever live my name Lil' Rob, forever live my name Lil' Rob, forever live
gone) Were we wrong (Hella wrong) Gotta move on (Gotta move on) Let it alone (Yeah) I dropped her off But she didn't hate me For killing the baby She said she still
too lazy Still sleepin' on me but I'm ?bout to wake ?em Yep! I'm ?bout to take ?em to New Orleans and bake ?em Yeah it's hot down here take a walk with
me My life ain't worth a damn unless I'm dealin' with reality When I look myself in the eyes it's just me And I ain't gotta tell nobody no lies I feel
you saw the infection with bad knees and an ingrown duel claw bitch, you got lucky with the phone calls and the spread sheets so, cut the crap out along with
leave rap alone the game needs me hard to let go cause none of this came easy how many times do I gotta prove myself!? do I really gotta battle EM and Lose Myself
no he say, she say, just wanna see Trey Wanna play the hood and not fuck with the toasters Middle child, wish me and my brother was closer I wanna scream at her, catch myself
what I did, I'd kill myself, but I wanna see you live, To see you grow up and raise all your kids, Then to die as an old lady, naturally sick, Through
jacks And beatin them with smoking gats Leavin token blacks with broken backs and open caps So with that bullshit, step to the rear son The last thing you want with
