There are so many reasons we fuck before we love. We hate our hearts and love our bodies; Each other's bodies at least. Lusting while embarrassed.
mess we've become. It pains me to sit and listen to the screams and cries of a lost generation struggling to survive in a world spinning out of control
He lived his life, Never looking back, His faith so strong, That it would never bend, Under the pressure, Of disbelief, He lived his life, With
I've been I've been here before and I can stand on my own I've been down and out but I don't give up I get back up I can stand on my own two feet and
I can't believe it looks so real My eyes have not lied to me it looks like hell and feels so cold Can this be what I think? "It is" Can I be dead
This time there is there is no giving up I've done it to to many fucking times Before I took took all the people in my life for granted just Just
We get it hype man, I'm just a hypeman Jesus the headliner, I'm just his hypeman So get it right fam, It's not about your boy But if you get the truth
only takes a dollar and a dream and I abide great idiot box power supply, fuzz vapor, black out of New York, hey honey, get the generator I'm in a doom
to steel doors Wanna relax back with the damn facts that we assed out and trapped, can't blast out, maxed out [Chorus: Jean Grae - singing] How we gonna get
in love and war Somebody wanna lay me (I tried to hurt u cuz u tried to throw me out) Somebody to crule to me (U took my heart out and u tried to play
the border then SHIT on your divinities What language is that? I'm angusih in fact, tangle with a star-spangled standard issue gat for crowd management Talk loud and get
box tell me what you wanna do [Danja Mowf] Aiyyo Lonnie, you sure you seen my shorty? Chillin at the park with a nigga gettin naughty? (Yup) Let me get
snake sober Blast shots past your shoulders, here spin this 'til it's over Deep quick, the Range Rover spin out Takin' your men out Sendin' ten out Raid
beef you got, trust we gon' eat it together Hold it down in the hood while I get this chedder Whether it's all grits or gravey, are we ready to tangle
] [Flesh] Get 'em off me, in me you're feelin' I get when I'm tryin' Your spirits get inside of me, blindin' my mind I get stoned, like in asylum, I
disappear Getting lost in the holocaust that rage between my ears Complex like gravity Tragically and mathematically I defeat ya squadron black magically Analyze the tangle As you get
the vine... that old fruit of the vine... It ain't no crime in being alive. It ain't no sin--- we're just trying to get by. Lead our lives one day at
Fuckin with you I gotta get AK material, banana clip style Let's do this, let's do this [Tito] Blow the spot like tea kettle whistles Federal slugs, the lead
