everything It's over now. Taking away I'm breaking out It's over now. I haven't eaten in days. I'm losing more weight So there's less of me to hate.
my severed vision The gathering of loose ends in a bucket Wit a shoestring budget Every man's got a field to plow (I know that now) But it's like, man
bench Either you drink it or sink it, cause there ain't no sitting on the fence You make me chuckle child, it's hells kitchen now, miss Recognize your
should be more than pawns in some asshole's passion play so now it's your job and it's my job to make it that way to make sure they didn't die in
snack for me, but it means a big deal to you Be strong, serve God only, know that if you do, beautiful heaven awaits That's the poem
their minds. Now you're probably wondering by now Just what this song is all about What's probably got you baffled more Is what this thing here is for. It's nothing It's
s working two jobs, try'nna maintain a living Few years passed, now she's getting raised by the streets Side by side, watchin' hustles, now she blazed
ma get it or die tryin Don't hesitate, he's at the gate And that's a million black men in one place to set it straight So black women applaud the black
the future, see past it But I don't know what it means I pass the DataStream along to my team They say it's more than a dream Kill you with weed vapour
break down, I?ll break down You said that I don?t feel That?s why you could not live with me I don?t feel the least bit sad right now, How's that for
[kung fu sample:] Don't mention that We've never learned each other's style It's always the way we've done it [Intro: Cilvaringz] Back to the grain,
so concern your troops, now it's my turn to shoot I'll make it burn like that Bourbon juice I earnt my due, nigga you's a made-up name you dudes is fool
s fine, fine, fine When there's nothing left On this plate you're handed You'll find yourself running the gauntlet Of all these double standards It's
as it leaves your stomach Coating your tongue with every noun Watery eyes the only thing that makes sense now Spitting your insides out Start over Start over Start over Start over
waste for a rent check. It's checkmate for most kids. We play by the rules but it's someone else's game. How I miss the secret sounds. A fluttering eyelash
you were highly over-rated Face it, every rhyme I cook, and now you want a taste But it burns to the tounge cause it's hot like it's cajun And I told
And now that it's all over The birds can nest again I'll only snow when the sun comes out I'll shine only when it starts to rain And if you want a drink
