bitter your vision When dreams don't carry through Help, I'd rather give it up for you But I don't know what to do It's so much easier for you Help,
character Cause you're caught in the ass-crack of America I just want to help you all but All I do is stare at ya You can have a shot of this Or maybe
see I stare deep into the glowing inferno The loss I feel is breaking me I heard their screams Through flaming walls Walls, I could not tear down I could not help
suffer defeat Never the less, we still stuck in these streets Try to compete up against the elite Everything's so corrupted, headed for destruction The rich could help
[VERSE 1:] Look into my eyes, tell me what you see? Can you feel my pain? am I your enemy? Give us a better way, things are really bad, The only friend
time, do you remember me? Thru the ages I existed only as a memory Some of me exists inside your biochemistry I be the slave that always misbehave, runnin for days The North Star help
relative radiance of the rhyme makes it shine Increase the star wattage with longer cycle time How's my driving? Run you off the road smiling 1-800 Road Rage, Start
the base with activated time devices Six of my militia went down to help me prisoner I'm starin eye to eye with the enemy's commissioner The first chance
a star, They're struck if they don't know who you are. If we choose to leave the paths that we've been taught, Don't expect help, do don't get caught
I'm still trying Hiding the truth With substitutes a hundred proof A fuck up. face it One of L.A.'s wasted youth Label me As an enemy of The lost star
[Max B:] Gain Greene, UpNorth Records Max Biggavel', T.P. Oh this big pimpin' baby [Verse 1: Max B] 5-Star telle?, fuck that, I don't need that shit
evil without I got enough reasonable doubt within me to send me to the chair That's clear if I stare looking at a crooked cat in the mirror Who me? Truly, the enemy
t help me Like a voice of the almighty the sound of a trumpet from an army The way to be Like the indecision of a man battered and beaten like a drum The enemy
girl, I?m feeling paralyzed, if I could choose, you will always be a friend to me, the more money I made you actin like my enemy, its crazy, I can?t help
was often a facsimile I give a little more than your metaphors and wack similes Thousand yard stare, say a prayer for my enemy I?m international, half
on they way to Graceland But they don't scare me, I'm in the trunk, I ain't sorry Natural born killer, who slept with the enemy' Think quick, what should
It's obvious that dealing with this is tearing you apart I'd like to try to say I could help you more, but I've already done my part. We'll try to talk
