of the world deserve a good life? Well, if you do, it's time to wake up your mind. We can make it betta, and I know it could take some time. But we gotta
, way up in Heaven And so I hold my tongue, forget the song Tie my shoe, start walking off And try to just keep moving on With my broken heart and my
[Leatha Face] To my hard rocks, locked in cell blocks, never shell shock Melt the ox in your face, displaced in the penalty box My enemies heart pumps
times left Peep the imagery strep, across the sky like a canvas And we're the artists beneath vigorous rough strokes of darkness Time to set it off,
] What you just heard is real life It's real life for you, it's real life for many It's about where you been, yet at the same time you Ay, you find yourself
is trying to let go, Give it from your heart is what you taught me, Addiction to pain is what it got me, My life, now its changed, My life aint the same
without losin out of my faith? Lucifer out of the way (way) Or maybe he don't even exist I ain't gotta trip off Gettin hookers out of my system (get
off like a Shite bomb And All ya'll see I'm on my War paint on my face, shit My nine mm on my waist, shit I'm a problem Shoot up your place shit
The bible's my tool, there's no mention of school My Damascan road's, my transistor radio I tune in at night when my mum and my dad start to fight I put on my
but baby i never thought you would leave (thought you would leave) the love that we had was so wonderful (wonderful) but then you walked out my life (out my life) from then my
I'm hopeless and numb, I can't see but I can focus my gun And I'm down for smokin' blunts to the head My nerves is shot, my paces is short, I dump in
dice Taking chances with life trying to get by And stop all the time trying to get high Gotta clear mind and stay focused, avoid serpents And worship life
more had to go real quick, 'cause it's my time And I done made up my mind Shawntae gotta leave you behind And get my dough 'cause half of that's mine And my
go off like a Shite bomb And All yaa??ll see Ia??m on my War paint on my face, shit My nine mm on my waist, shit Ia??m a problem Shoot up your place
me and my niggaz surpassed the flow And got down for ours like hind catchers My mind catches flashbacks to the black past While my close niggaz laugh
that he has taken quite enough Of all this atheistic tosh I'm spouting off And so he calls upon his favourite angel choir To sing of times when men were
as if we're waiting for the preacher to sit down and let the choir take it And I'm trying to have the time of my life Work for my stripes and climb a
and my fam' roll tight like The Firm Gettin' down for life, that's right, you better learn Why play with fire, burn? We get together like a choir to acquire
