Traveling backwards in reverse Holding on for what its worth And i can hardly see the point of no return Will we make the same mistakes and never learn
It's sad to see I be bustin' my ass I'm down for my grind getting nowhere fast I'ma thug so you know ah nigga built to last To the point ah no return
eyes steady, locked on what I got tellin the block that I changed cause I came up on a ?? they must forgot when I rose sellin smoke tryin to make an end
Sunday is gloomy, my hours are slumberless Dearest, the shadows I live with are numberless Little white flowers will never awaken you Not where the black
, the living proof of a God somewhere The lifeline, lifelike lazer beam, the progression and direction Always will be always was what all comes from and all must return
all angles I tangle For cash Hopin' it'll last 'Til the end of the week But all I eat is fast food And you know how junk food goes right through ya So I return
said that people come into our lives for a reason bringing something we must learn and we are led to those who help us most to grow if we let them and we help them in return
people come into our lives for a reason Bringing something we must learn And we are led To those who help us most to grow If we let them And we help them in return
pain, I try in vain Can't hold on My dying shell feeds the earth Can I give in return Bless creation, building on hope Will I live forever? [chorus]
good, it'd be different But it's not, so it's not, so let's end it And bring this shit back to business You can have yo bitch dog, I live by the rules
hustler Gangster player, hardcore motherfucker living today To be honest, I?m totally and completely on his dick And you know this, man It?s the return
Those school girl days Of telling tales and biting nails are gone But in my mind I know They will still live on and on But how do you thank someone Who
Those schoolgirl days of telling tales And biting nails are gone But in my mind I know They still will live on and on But how do you thank someone Who
but he was pimp like, just like Ike was Treated her like it was the Fight Club Hit her with rights, blood drippin' on white rug By the end of the night
home girl's cat got fleas That's how it goes, the beat flow, flows Yo, peep the new color of my nose Representing how we been living That's how it is
t gotta to cry no mo' I done seen my nigga get rich, leave the hood, make a lot of rich friends But try to come back to the po' partnas, when all the richness end
explosives, return to the hood like the child Moses A bastard in a basket, my gat spit Till the palbearers close the casket And that's it, the end of
