Will I lose my dignity? Will someone care? Will I wake tomorrow From this nightmare? Will I lose my dignity? Will someone care? Will I wake tomorrow
Traduzione: RESA. Sarò?.
Traduzione: Affitto colonna sonora. Avrò.
day I make class, and yet I'm missing periods The thought of pregnancy is in my head and now I'm fearing it I gotta tell mom, before she sees me I told
own so I started slangin I ain't guilty cause, even though I sell rocks It feels good puttin money in your mailbox I love payin rent when the rent's due
love you you should leave him Cause sista you don't need him And I ain't tryin to gas ya up, I just call em how I see em You know it makes me unhappy (
they drop me I'm loyal to the game {CHORUS: 50 Cent} I do my thing respect my hustle I ain't playin (Nigga I'm loyal to the game) I give you my way and I
I started slangin I ain't guilty cause, even though I sell rocks It feels good puttin money in your mailbox I love payin rent when the rent's due I hope
I would walk by I never tripped, though always kept my head up high Eventually, I knew that I would find my way After the darkest night always comes a brighter day And some will
2 Scoops] When will they let 'em G thee I feel the fresh air, but I dont feel free an what I wouldnt give to live the way I thought life would be Mobb
myself - I fall - I'm falling down Life keeps on pushing me under (I am) ripping my whole world asunder (I can) Death is what keeps me in motion (will I
no more. I can show you how to switch chains up, like a nigga change up draws, schemes, we like da A team, but its dat we make cream. I'm flattered, i
gone Get your life back together it's time to move I know it was your baby daddy I saw you kiss him Hold up little boy screaming Jesus I miss him Ain
tell you a little something, that will not work Cause all you will find out are more problems that hurt Can't pay for all your rent so you try to hide
I can't free myself of the suspicion for your motives on your mission some people live for the rules I live for exceptions can't take part in the deception
battered on the brink of disease I am, skin and bones, I am, sin and poems, I am, tin and chrome You grin and groans fuck it I'm tinted when accrete zone
on spec with a dead yetti on the roof rack, and miscreants will rubberneck jalopy euthanasia which will later be regretted when it?s your turn for cremation, and i