And I can't explain this now, I've never been sorry (never been sorry) And I can't explain this now, I came here a soldier, With all but a purpose, Fully
Taking back an oppurtunity, that ive lost so many times before, my heart has never beat so strong, and i meant what i said, (all along) If i could only
I can't explain this now, I've never been sorry (never been sorry) And I can't explain this now, I came here a soldier, With all but a purpose, Fully
been so long since i've heard a song that i want to know tune me in just this once tune me in just this once cause there's too much static on the radio static
sound bouncing 'round my head) Is just static on the radio (Everything I think I know is just static on the radio) Now there's a church house About a
you know that I've been wantin you for a long long time And I've been lovin you for a long long time Can you second my emotion I've been lovin you for a
You think you're smart You're not, it's plain to see That you want me to follow It's killing me, let's see You've got the gall Come take it all The
on the other side, where they are all waving ?goodbye? behind a fake frown. Feeding lies to the ears of a brother that has been lost, trying to find a
bites the bullet In these streets where a man journey With crooked cops and a society who tryin to burn me I'm like a pit in a cage Spittin my shells in a
a record like Tupac's new one? *static* [Man responds] I love Tupac's new record *static* [Dominique] Right, but don't you feel like that creates *static* a
dead Things moved fast, but you knew the scoop And your savior was a rhyme and a beat and a rap group A modern day production of the city street You said
shade, or nothin else A time of tension, racially fenced in I came off (and all the brothers blessed him) I left more than a mark, I left a dent Cause
of playa hater-izm, victim, but not my nigga Rame sharper than a Gillette 'specially in a Vet always known to swang they hate to see a young nigga havin
own, some nights blown Some of them method to blow chrome, a common home From the P-Now, when P-O keep a tab on your style Seein if your piss is foul
Prince] I'm a writer, rhyme ignitor Lyrical sniper, shoot up your rhymin' cypher Mushrooms get me hyper, face the piper Rich niggas do a drive-by in a
You're a power spot rotating, ever-changing transmitting like a radio wave frequently feeling what's goin' on times are weird all this static things
they own [Invincible] Stay on your toes for a true bruise description Match blue suits, walkin round wit a stick and *edit* Ready to blast wit the wrath of a
