a fucking bit / you just better walk away cause i?m the one who?s here to stay / i try to step forward but i?m always held back / another step forward another dead end path
it can get started For example, a man wants to get ahead Others wish he failed and rather see him dead Always puttin' obstacles in your path It becomes
based in Carbon Next time you wanna be a hero try saving somethin other than hip-hop And maybe hip-hop'll save you from the pit-stop Kill em all, yield
drug dependency Smokin blunts endlessly, downin bottles of Hennessy My peoples pour liquor in memory Of the dead, when I'm gone I wonder how many will remember me My peoples pour liquor in memory Of the dead
. Somewhere else I could have made it different. I?m falling down the stairs. Praise your gods to keep you away from Dead end streets in this cloudy, cloudy path
the scenario I close the door and I say goodbye when I know it's time for me to go Getting of this road going nowhere We just stop and turn around This dead end
Down Enterprise Record Without distribution, dog, we still push records [Buckshot] I step to my business, man, strongarm my own crew Rock with a group and a long tool Peep the fore path
and holiday scepters, facing Mecca, making records, raiding biblio-techas, I sip nectars with the gods in the street apparel, keep the path straight and
Another time, another place but there are still things that keep me here torn apart these walls ahead a dead end street but i won?t stop reaching
it's a sad sickening picture of human nature going wrong Plummeting down the depths of degradation, the end, the result of your votes. We stand Alone... Stop
are saved. He who kneels before his lord is saved and will behold the architect. Behold the architect. Brace yourself for time is proportioned now to stop dead
a compass in the dirt and i left it behind. my only map went up in flames because your dead end life was the direction it gave. i'm not ashamed of the path
and I will pray for tomorrow I THANK YOU LORD for the love of my life and a friend I made a promise - and I'm lovin my wife til the end I thank you Lord
the youth on the city blocks That want a nice car, rich fur and pretty rocks, don't stop [Chorus x3: - w/ ad libs until the end]
"Me and you, Guy, we gonna make some cash, robbin' old folks and makin' the dash" They did the job, money came with ease, but one couldn't stop, it's
Efforts up uplift me Trees and branches catch draft When I'm choppin down a path- To walk down, actually don't even know how talk sound I'm trying to stop
man give me hearse and, I made a move from a plan scauwered new land (fuck a blue van) My shoes bang, ficticious niggaz, walk in the path that I lead
black people changed for the worse) [Pop The Brown Hornet] Growin up I never thought it'd be like this Them kids I used to run with they end up on my