shown I'm strong enough to make it on my own On my own, on my own, on my own I don't need any help, i can hold my own
The time is yours, it's yours VERSE 3 These are my last words, this is my last phrase These are my last thoughts, these are my last days My life's invested
I know the spirit got my back But I never picked the word up and read the facts It was on now, I was in the zone now Jesus had twelve well I was on my own
a word hang up the phone Come on home My Pop's been gone a while now And my Nan she's grown old And I was with her when she spoke her final words She
more corrupt now, godless, wicked, and cruel The soulless man stood silenced, Mary's "word" rang so true Chastisement worse than the flood, spread the word
Shat On A Stroll With Me Bow Wow, Bow, That Cleaning Was My Job For Fifteen Years Piss For Own Territory You Were Free To Shit On The Park, On My Bed
the rate you're going i guarantee you'll end up flat on your face Bring it on, let's see you do this on your own twelve rounds, throw it down, you
line, the finish line {repeat Chorus} {Verse One: Busta Rhymes} And, yo! I can't afford to waste a second Steppin with my eyes on niggaz checkin on my
like dat Nigga you can fuck around and get down like dat Fo' real.Fo' real [Second verse] Just because I got my own C.D. n' bitch's be on my lyric's
Government's police force, complete with boots and gloves That puts a whole new meaning on the precious word love The boot still goes in in Ireland, treading on
left my side (Honest bravery) In the black icy sea, the secrets and memories She will always keep (On land, on ice or on the stormy sea) The endurance
a war inside my head Feeling strangers staring my way Reading minds never read Tasting danger with each word I say Waging the war inside my head [IV
(feat. Abstract Rude & Robert Miranda on guitar) a poet sits on a bench and he writes his poem (captain of the poets) [v1] watch me grab my patterns
feeding in beverly hills I got a heavy metal mouth that hurls obscenity And I get my check from the trash treasury Cos I took my own insides out It don
let him go, fight his own war Let him impress daddy that way No more blood for oil, we got our own battles to fight on our own soil No more psychological
a number on my days I spit each rhyme like my last, every word to every phrase Sacrafice my own for what it's worth, that's my way My existence, I travel
I stand alone, I stand alone, I stand alone, Inside my head Noone can hear, noone can hear, noone can hear, My little word Holy father, take me on your
stand alone, I stand alone I stand alone, inside my head Noone can hear, noone can hear Noone can hear, my little word Holy father take me on your wings
