You trust in glory But you bite the hand that feeds you The hand that feeds you The burden of freedom in a broken world The hand that feeds you You
when he tells you you ain't nuttin don't believe him And if he can't learn to love you you should leave him Cause sista you don't need him And I ain't
go on I wish you luck And if you need me, call Just come to me and let me feed you all I can understand The way it feels when you fighting the world
you wanna live small? Static? Nah troop, none at all [Pete Nice] Why meddle in the middle of a ruckus ? sip slowly on Snapple in hand Not these hands
, move towards the door Slammin behind me, "Yo man, what you in for?" A murder beef, see? And that oughta prove to any fool Don't step up - and that goes for you
If I bought you a dimond for your hand would you love me forever and if I gave you my last name would you still do those things you do in sickness
boat, you can call me skipper The way I turn the money over, you should call me flipper Yo bitch a regular bitch, you callin her wifey I fucked and feed
'll never see you again Feeding frenzy, catfish stomach, empty oceans Spangled in hooks dangle by anglers off the plank of burning books And if you're
And I dont' really care (I don't) Can't judge a man's dignity by the wattage in his stare Maybe that team's be that vagabond you love to kill (?) But
limped up like a dog, shut up, with three legs to the stage... So many dark hearts to choose You can focus to the phobias involved in forty hues Whether you
Hand Luke decapitating Parking meters when the pigs blew the whistles like windmills I went to jail overnight for putting a sticker on a phone booth Now in the time that you
Michael taught me to rock the mic well Gabriel showed me how to read, write and spell Rafael gave the forewarning He said, "When you hear the trumpets blow you
to pay That's why you drink Tanqueray; so you can reminisce and wish, you wasn't livin so devilish, ssshit I remember I was just like you Smokin blunts
s older than me CHORUS: It says, Look up Reach out your hand You can't see anything new 'til you change where you stand I'll throw you a rope You know you
gonna do G? What am I gonna do man??? DAMN!!! Yo whassup man? You wanna rap? Can you rap whassup? You look a nigga that can't rap, but I think you might
rain comes tumbling down Pullin' weeds and pickin' stones We are made of dreams and bones Need a place to call my own 'Cause the time is close at hand
